I was never much fun at parties to begin with, and now I don''t even drink.
all I have to offer is one horribly unfunny rape joke.
you don't want this.
reality is largely subjective.
there's really no reason to do or be any particular way.
people who believe the world is the way it is because that's the way it's supposed to be are the ones who are delusional.
I was fine until you reminded me that I'm out of frosted cinnamon roll pop tarts.
now I have to go to the store.
I hate the store.
but I love frosted cinnamon roll pop tarts.
life is fucking hard.
like: I'm happy the angel of death killed all those stupid Egyptian kids who weren't directly responsible for the captivity of your ancestors.
I might be over thinking it, though.