Also, does this mean you aren't going to open a bar? And that I now have no reason to move up to Canada? Because I was kind of hoping for that.
I would plan my life if I knew what I wanted to do with it.
Often. But when I try to write a song around them, it falls apart.
Yes.
Well, I was drinking anyway.
I don't believe in instant gratification. Or at least I don't remember it.
I was hoping this would be a thread about farts.
Why would you share a private letter your fiance wrote to you with the Internet? How you feel is regardless at this point. Invasion of privacy...
Why not get it to look more like yourself?
That room in the second picture is a coffee shop here in town called Soma. But I like to consider it picture proof that I was in a Wes Anderson...
And I've been drinking enough to assume you want me to post a couple.
Invisibility and flight. Edit: Penny beat me to them, but I stand by it. Invisibility and flight.
ETHER, MOTHERFUCKER. DO YOU HUFF IT?
How can time be worth anything?
I'm willing to wager you wouldn't know meth if you saw it. Not that you'd want to. The smart trailer trash huffs ether.
In ten years, I will probably be in the same place, doing the same things. So yeah, nun hitting a bong.
To offer an explanation while hoping to avoid a pity party, I've got some social and emotional issues. I won't go into the details, but a lot of...
And 100% of men are terrified of women.
I don't like to do it. Messes with my head. But real flirting does too, so I just don't know what the fuck.
I would never leave the house.
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