So I didn't blog for about a week and all hell has broken loose. Thriller died. That blond old lady died. A guy who talked with his hands died. A muscular man in tights and his girlfriend died. An old murderer died. Oh, and a bunch of "unknown" men, women, and children died all over the world. What a fucking mess. On the plus side, no one I know died and none of the people I know seem any worse for wear with the deaths of all of these famous people. I guess that's a bit of a win in the grand scheme of the uncaring universe. It's times like this that my firm faith in Crom really pulls me through.
OK, must shower stinky dog and then finish laundry. After that it's prep time as I'm back to work all week. Thank you, Universe.
Peace out, bitches!
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You pray to Crom but he doesn't listen. What good is He then? It's just as I've always said...
His callousness gives me both strength and resolve.
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