I aint choosing shit, I like both. Only a sad man would choose one over the other.

All my friends came over for my birthday party and my mom made us all go pick up dog shit in the yard. I’m not sure how she convinced a group of elementary school kids to do it, but it was embarrassing and sad and I hated it.

Everyone is just a little nicer to beautiful people

Realizing it was the end of the line and no one was coming to help. It was me, and me alone.