
I also saw someone light a cigarette using a homemade flamethrower, ate a Slim Jim, and got barked at by a very cute French Bulldog.
It was a good day.

I also saw someone light a cigarette using a homemade flamethrower, ate a Slim Jim, and got barked at by a very cute French Bulldog.
It was a good day.

I was having some serious “I may never drink again” feelings.

She knows me. She accepts me. She loves me. I am grateful for that every day.

Decisions were made.

Now I’m being petulant.

The cycles never seem to stop.

I hope I am never that dude in the bar. Ever.

Regarding Vulnerability:

Apparently I have opinions about media that I consume. As Heather so helpfully pointed out.

Anxiety: Ruining friendships since forever.