Sad music for me is a way to siphon off the little bits of excess I can’t hold on to. To release it all in small bursts of music that acknowledges that I’m not the only person who struggles with these things.
And then I make asshole jokes about it because if I can’t laugh at my darkness, it might just take me over.
And also because I’m kind of an asshole sometimes.
I have incredible impulse control.
Being okay with us possibly never speaking and feeling a sense of loss are not mutually exclusive. The hard disconnect between how I lived from 17-34 and who I am today is something I still struggle with, no matter how much healthier I am today.
So … uh … sorry about the delays lately.
Trust me: They really bug me.
Sometimes it feels like a fat, hairy, sweaty cage. Not always, but … often.
To be fair, this guy’s live tweets are goddamn gold.
And I didn’t.
(do anything)
She still amazes me every single day.
It’s hard to argue with Chase’s logic.
I’m so funny that I never have to goat people into laughing.
I would apologize, but you would all know I didn’t mean it.