Today I went to a clown memorial service in honor of the more than sixty circus people killed in a firey 1918 train wreck. I was humming "Send in the Clowns" all day and texting lyrics from it to everyone I knew. One friend from school who I had texted "where are the clowns/ there are no clowns/ send in the clowns" wrote back and was like, "Maybe it's false advertising?", and then I texted back and was like, "maybe next year". You can't plan for shit like that.
Tomorrow I'm going to the Great Porn Debate.
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