by the way everyone, thanks for the gratuitous condolences regarding my grandma’s house to be bulldozed for some yuppie fuck’s utterly void of personality and charm mansion, i mean, it’s only been homebase in my mind since i was a baby.
also by the way, the significance of today’s title is in grade 6 i had a birthday party and i invited all the cool people and we finally started playing spin the bottle in the basement and then my dad started vacuuming the basement stairs, it ruined the mood. thanks dad.
