So I’ve been working a lot and finally feel myself breathing again with a relatively steady income. Problem now? There’s extra money burning a hole in my pocket. Oi.
I’m insanely tempted to save up my money and steal you away for the weekend. I’m not sure where we’d go, but I’d like it to be somewhere far.
That moment of realization when your parents/friends/teacher ask you what your novel is about and every aspect of the story suddenly seems too idiotic and cliche to say out loud.
Looks like it might just be Jacob and I running the 5k.
SOUNDS GOOD ENOUGH TO ME.
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The final Stefon sketch from Saturday Night Live.
Flawless movies (in no particular order): the first Toy Story
- Under The Covers: I don't wanna go for a run.
- Still Under The Covers: I don't waaaannaaa...
- Putting On My Running Clothes: Mehhhhh.
- Walking Out the Door: Nnnnngghhh...
- While Running: When will it enddddddd.
- Getting Home: I WANT TO RUN ALL DAY EVERY DAY. TILL THE END OF TIME.
SO THIS GUY IN MY ENGLISH IS DOING A PROJECT FOR BIO WHERE HE GETS A DUCKLING TO IMPRINT ON HIM SO HE JUST CARRIES IT AROUND WITH HIM TO ALL OF HIS CLASSES AND I SWEAR THIS DUCK IS THE MOST WELL BEHAVED FUCKING POULTRY IVE EVER SEEN IT JUST SITS ON HIS DESK QUIETLY AND SOMETIMES HE PUTS IT IN HIS POCKET AND IT JUST SLEEPS LIKE WOW YOU GO DUCKY
Maybe we can trust ducks.
Here’s a serious advice. Even the nicest people have their limits. Don’t try to reach that point because the nicest people are also the scariest assholes when they’ve had enough.
