Too many people are dying. Seriously.
I mean, come on. First Ed McMahon, then Michael fucking Jackson, then Farrah Fawcett, and then BILLY MAYS?
in one week?!?!
Who's next?
It really makes you reflect on the life that you have and how absolutely fragile it is.
(side note: this photo has four crosses reflected onto the garages... coincidence?)
In all seriousness, I never really gave in-depth thought about my death because that's obviously a sad and horrifying thing to think about. I always just assumed that it will come when I'm old and crippled and it won't really be a huge deal.
I'm an idiot.
Perfect example of my idiocy:
My dear, dear Michael King... it has been a month now. I cannot believe it. I still cannot believe it. I'm having a fucking blast of a summer for you, buddy. I'd be making you proud. I love you, Mike. <3
Good lord, what a depressing blog.
Sometimes, however, you just have to roll with the changes. Unfortunately, the changes have been fatal.
What a sad month for the world.
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