hysanadu

harley does have it down!

and thank you.

You understand my fear... I mean my body is probably keeping that stuff for a reason, right?

Somewhere deep inside I fear my body is like a senile old woman, hoarding whatever whack-job collectible it can and I need to purge it before my innards look like one of those 2nd floor walk-ups with a narrow aisle amongst the bundles of newspaper, old magazines and junk to the single remaining 4 square feet of usable floor space where a crazy spinster lives with the 7 cats that eventually eat her after she dies.

I am torn here; I know not what to do.