I made a promise to myself to drive all the way to the IKEA near the airport just to get soft-serve frozen yogurt. And I did it. I god darn did it. I walked through the entire store to get there. The woman behind the counter said, “Do you want chocolate or vanilla?” And I said, “Oh Lord, let’s mix it the heck up.” Ate that thing right quick, I did, while chilling real hard in the car.
My hand is bandaged! I spilled molten-hot soup on it while I was at work the other day. I clean the wound every morning, but it’s still pretty fucked, man. Hopefully it disappears soon!!
Hopefully I disappear soon too if you know what I mean!!!