why i killed emilube.

this morning i woke up to news on instagram that nirvana played a secret show at a bar in greenpoint after their rock and roll hall of fame induction at barclays last night. guest singers included joan jett, kim gordon, and annie clark.

then i walked into work and emilube goes "guess what i did last night."

and then i killed her and now she's dead.

(before she passed away, she told me that she stood next to carrie brownstein.)

here, starla.

here's your dumb boyfriend pretending to be a nirvana album cover for ESPN magazine.