Abi is psychic. Or maybe she curses people
Hey. I think we all know this blog is dead. A lot of personal, heartbreaking reasons that I won't get into so y'all can just remember the happy times on my page. But I did need to come back here to say: Dear Abi: please don't harm, maim, or kill Ty in the future. I don't think my body can take anymore. For reference, I have come across some bad gris gris in real life. I was out on a hike the other day and everything was amazing! No crazy people, no mountain lions, no chipmunks. And then about five hours in and we'll over a mile until the end of the trail, crippling abdominal pain. I mean I can't walk. I'm puking, sweating like crazy. I had never felt pain like that before in my life; and I have a high tolerance. A high enough tolerance and a level of stubbornness that I tried to push on. I made it nearly to the end of the trail, the parking lot was right there. I was down for the count. Laying flag in the dirt while my friend called 911. A trip to the ER later. I've got a 17mm kidney stone. Tl;dr: even when I no long am Ty, I'm still cursed to be Ty. Anyway. Love you all, minions. Thank you for everything.
