did i already say that the future freaks me out? (i mean, did you already know know that?) because shit just got a little bit more real today when a message bubble on the screen of my cellphone held the words:

your home loan has been approved at 90% for 35 years. congrats.

fuck. my life.

so, okay, here we go. i guess it's going to be you and me, pain d'épice. till debt do us part. amen.