Saturday, September 02, 2006
Please, for the love of God, keep someone from writing a sappy and maudlin obituary about me when I die. Make it funny. Mention that I cursed a lot. Say that I made fun of the mediocre and stupid, liked to eat cookie dough, and have sex in national parks. No bullshit about loving and helping everyone. Instead of doing that, I was taking a well-earned nap.
