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.