So I have caught the boyfriend’s death plague and here are some observations I would like to share with you all:

• buckley’s tastes like that one oil medium the paint spot sells
• by which I mean death and possibly pine needles
• cracked articles are ironically the only things keeping me from going stir crazy
• Clean My Hovel would be a hoarding tv show I would actually watch
• sick people food is awesome when you can taste it. fuck yeah, ice cream and comfort soups. Once, in high school I had all my friends over in their pyjamas for comfort food and disney movies and a shitload of tea and it was awesome
• so except for the bit where I try to cough up a lung every few minutes this is kind of nice
• and the buckleys, that shit is AWFUL