I have this fantasy that I’m out on a patio with a beer and my dog in Atlanta and I run into Norman and of course he comes over to love on Dillon cuz he can’t resist an adorable dog and then we get to talking and then next thing you know he’s proposing.
I’m freaking out a little. I have this lump in my thigh. I found it months ago by accident. Anyway, I kind of forgot about it because it’s buried in my thigh, like you can’t see it or anything. Well, I just found it again. I’m just going to keep telling myself that it’s just a benign cyst and that I don’t have fucking cancer in my thigh. Because, I don’t have cancer in my thigh. Right? I’m freaking out a little here. I’ve always had this weird feeling/major fear that I was going to end up with cancer, will here it is in my damn thigh. Just another reason for me to hate my thighs. It hurts a lot if I push on it. I’m scared. Xanax please.
Canon is - and will always be - the greatest payback.
And watching Beth motherfuckin’ Greene slay is just icing on the cake.