Having spent an hour in the subway tunnel last night, I'm inclined to believe that reality is slowly unraveling around us.
Crap. I had assumed that gypsy woman was just using a figure of expression when she told me, "On your fiftieth birthday, reality will slowly unravel."
I mean, if I had believed her I could have done the thing with the thing which would undo the curse, but now it's too late.
Sorry, reality. My bad.
Happy Birthday, tommyrot!
Happy Birthday, tommyrot :)
Well done, Jesse.
Right, it's tommyrot's fault. It's always good to know where to point the maledictions.
I came across this phrase and had to share it:
weapons-grade asshattery
And, with no relation to the above, happy birthday tommyrot!
Half-century mark, tommyrot? Well done!
Too bad about the thing with the thing.
Maybe the next reality will have fewer flaws.
Happy birthday, Tommyrot!
It seems iTunes songs in iCloud are not available now for some reason.
I just want to yell to iTunes, "I'VE STILL GOT ENOUGH FIVE-STAR SONGS IN MY LOCAL LIBRARY FOR MY BIRTHDAY, MOTHERFUCKERS!"
Happy birthday, tommy!
I have long felt that reality is already broken. I don't think it started with you.
I have long felt that reality is already broken. I don't think it started with you.
Yeah, that's what the wizard told me when I told him what the Gypsy woman said to me.