I feel like part of a mass breakup, where you sleep over a friend’s house and won’t/can’t stop talking about your ex. Everything you hate but will also miss. And then complaining because your friend doesn’t have the right kind of coffee. 🙂
I feel like part of a mass breakup, where you sleep over a friend’s house and won’t/can’t stop talking about your ex. Everything you hate but will also miss. And then complaining because your friend doesn’t have the right kind of coffee. 🙂
But I don’t care if it’s Leonard Nimoy or Lenny and Carl, it’s good stuff.