That’s me, in 1989! Already I have the twinkle of Baby Jane in my eye. Already without any hope in my heart! Adorable.
But we all know that it takes a village. I was raised in a village that made mundane life seem like a series of little David Lynch films, which I can’t say hasn’t made itself pretty obvious pathologically by now.
Also, “bam, .” “.” “Sure, it’s .” “I just found out I was .” A reference ? Oh, more . More ? I’m not sure I even know how to cope with these, really.
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