flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
This is a repeat, but it’s an appropriate repeat, plus I’m about to give you a new one too, so quit your whining.
By the way, can we have a ‘Kiss Me I’m Jewish’ day? Where everybody drinks Manischewitz and they dye rivers blue? (Rivers that aren’t already blue, I mean. Which is, really, pretty much all of them.)
Anyway, this one’s late, but it involves pie, so I assume you’ll forgive me.
She regrets nothing.