I feel awful. And I just murdered my favorite character.

In one sentence, he was gone. Wah. 

—Mark: Okay, listen, if God’s doing mountains or sky or water, I’ll call. If he’s doing trees or critters, I won’t. 

—Jez: Alright, let God decide. Ready? 

[he changes the channel to “The Joy of Painting” with Bob Ross] 

—Mark: Yeah, sky! Right, here goes. 

To Do: 

1. Write
2. Go to what I’m totally referring to as my “cleaning lady” job
3. Watch the ‘lympics.
4. “Appear to be opening the box while the lid stays very firmly on.” 

(via: notquitelostnotquitefound)

fuck it.