Waking up…
Me: YOU’RE SO CUTE.
A few seconds later…
Me: Meow.
Waking up…
Waking up…
Me: YOU’RE SO CUTE.
A few seconds later…
Me: Meow.
Waking up…
Playing a video game…
Me: Yeah, I should probably go back online now so I could check on my stuff and shit.
A few seconds later…
Me: Nope, I’m not missing out on anything.
Playing a video game…
So apparently holding hands lessen the pain; great, let’s all sign along “Kumbaya my Lord.”
“I think nobody should leave this world without saying something nice about them.” The guy was a freaking genius!
You know the bohemian way of life living; yeah, do that shit with my coffee and I’ll whip yo ass.
The advantage of not being addicted to cigarettes is that when I don’t have money to buy cigarettes; suddenly, “I’ve never smoked in my whole life.”
The goal of the victims are to scare the neighbours off their property from knocking/ringing at their doors. You put up the psychological show so to make up your environments and yourselves look bigger and meaner for some, and for others smaller and friendly. The kids do still come at your doors taxing your livelihoods, while their parents shy away at a distance bitter they sent their kids and not themselves; they would have asked for your cakes, cars, couches, ovens, computers, radios, and TVs. Finally you give up, so every year you think of destroying pumpkins by carving them into mocking grins and lay them on your porches as so to say; “Fuck us,” who aren’t getting these.
My cat never minded me to lend from her one of her rubber bands for my hair, until one day came when she says to me; “No.” That’s it that’s all. We need Jewish counseling.
Stranger: You think you’re funny.
Me: To me, hell yeah.
Stranger: What’s so funny.
Me: An ex who still whines about you even after you’ve gone off the map for over a year—and I just feel like it’s pretty fucking hilarious isn’t it—shut the fuck up.