The amount of things you remember when yr this gotdamn hungover.
Jebus fugging christ.
Grow rooms don’t smell this dank.
A novel about calling the cops on an obvious domestic violence.
The ‘aha I have to be up in a couple of hours to record sum demos but instead of sleeping I’m punching stuff while dancing’.
A six mile walk taught me that I am still alive and I am too full of love to give.
let’s play a game where we both get under the covers and see who can make each other moan first
*leaves my code uncommented and undocumented because i am chaotic neutral*
50% of my jokes are self deprecating and 50% are self congratulatory like i’ll say “wow its hot in here…. just like me” and 5 seconds later point at a trash can and say “me”
I used to long for broken bones
I used to long for a casket of my own