fuck all.
it’s friday. i’ve got f u c k – a l l to say.
instead, i’ll tell you a riddle. [i distinctly remember this one driving seastreet crazy one night - sitting in my car in his driveway.... remember, sea?]
a woman is in her home. it’s nighttime. she’s reading a book. she starts to get tired, and decides to go to bed. she puts down the book, walks to the door of the room she’s in, shuts off the light, goes downstairs, and goes to sleep.
when she wakes up in the morning, she goes to pick up the newspaper outside her door. she reads the headline, goes inside, and commits suicide.
warning: use your brain – don’t put the answer in the comment box. and i’m sure the answer is somewhere on the internet … but if you cheat, you’re karmically dooming yourself to a future life as a short-lived cockroach. and you will be crushed by my future-self’s manolo blahniks. believe you me.

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