Dear My Friends

You know when folks tell you back your shit up, and you say, 'yeah, yeah, sure I will--tomorrow.' Well, tomorrow never comes, or rather it comes when you least expect it. All my shit is looooooost. I cry bitter fucking tears, my friends.

This sucks. Oh well. What are you gonna do, hah? Stiff upper lip, my dears.

Say, Bobby's on The Mentalist! I missed all of it, pooh!