After a week of melodramatic crap, I have realized a few things…
Here are some thoughts:
Fake mustaches make Life MUCH more enjoyable.
I’m 24 years old, and I still stuff my bra. There is nothing wrong with that.
Apparently, the David Bowie shaggy mullet isn’t in style anymore; thus, I need a haircut. It’s been way too long.
My cat pisses on EVERYTHING dear to me. It’s not an emotional thing so much as a game to her. “Hey, mom! I just took a whooping piss all over your guitar case. Now let’s see how quickly and how often I can attack your toes with my tiny and sharp mother-fucking kitty claws.”
My milkshake does not and has never brought the boys to the yard - maybe the drunk sleezebags with eight kids and alcohol/drug addictions…
I live in Denver, Colorado and drink too much. 