No words whatsoever.
Jul. 26th, 2010 06:49 pmThe guy who taught me how to do one of my favorite things at work (one of the data-entry processes) passed away in his sleep this weekend from what they're theorizing was an aneurysm, since he'd been having migraines the past few weeks. He was only nineteen.
I didn't even know him that well, but he was a nice guy. And he was fucking nineteen.
Jesus fuck, the world is a pile of suck, you guys.
I didn't even know him that well, but he was a nice guy. And he was fucking nineteen.
Jesus fuck, the world is a pile of suck, you guys.