oh great, another blog with comments on the death of a celebrity.

sorry, i couldn’t stop myself.

when a young celebrity dies, i selfishly find myself thinking “oh god, please be drugs. please be drugs.”

because one day in the semi-near hypothetical future, a young celebrity is going to die of a heart attack at 30 and they’re going to say, “well, at first we thought it was drugs… but as it turns out, they spent a lot of time alternating between the internet and local bars, ate terrible processed frozen meals all the time, drank shocking amounts of diet soda, and didn’t go to the gym hardly at all.”

sometimes i think the only thing keeping me alive is that i DON’T do drugs.

fuck this.  i’m going to the YMCA and then whole foods.