that priceless moment when your parents want to buy burial plots and ask you if you want one. yeah, sure. nothing says “you’re an aging mortal” better than a burial plot deed. fuck, I don’t want to know where I’m going to be buried while still in my early 30s. very early 30s, actually.
I feel like smoking but I don’t smoke. I feel like drinking but I still have some work to do so I guees I’ll just listen to this little song to go with all these thoughts: