This was gonna be one thing and then it became another.
I was gonna rant and rave about the Little House of Horrors and how it was such a piece of shit to work on and most probably bitch and moan about how much it blows to build a Little House of Horrors.
My life sucks, right?
And then I saw that Amy Winehouse died and I don’t know why but something kicked in, and kicked me in a way that was surprising.
I actually feel sad. Really sad. And I don’t know why. I wasn’t a huge fan, just a guy liking her music.
And Miss Carol too.
We can’t quite figure it out, but it hit us like a bullet that somebody with all that talent burned out that fast.
Or maybe that’s why they do.
Maybe it’s all they can do.
I’m at a loss. I don’t know why it fucking bothers me so much. But it does. I wish I could puzzle it out but I can’t.
Thinking of Amy makes me sad.
Fuck the stupid house.
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