Two fucks this week, with three more to go.
Axwell’s health has reached the day-to-day stage. We’re doing lots of free time cuddles. This weekend he’ll get a nice bath and a tasty steak and veggie dinner. It’s strange and terribly sad to consider that I won’t have my little buddy around.
The last time I didn’t have a dog, I was living with Jon. That feels like a million years ago. To be fair, 2020 also feels like a million years ago. Perpetual global trauma really does a number on the concept of time, but I do have a good grasp on the amazing 13 years of people, places, and adventures shared with Axwell.
Fucked Over #22
French goose contemplates mankind’s destruction from a nearby Fucked Over pond.
Fuck All #3
The theme song of 20-fucking-24.