Climbed the 10,000 steps of enlightenment to the monastery, so as to ask the wise master a question about the functioning of the universe, and he told me “focus on yourself lil bro” and then counted out fifteen racks in front of me
"Your son was drawing dragons and cool motorcycles during the Rosa Parks video so I believe you should explore options for pharmaceutical grade methamphetamine"
At a party on Saturday, I had too much wine and began making gross generalizations instead of my usual fine distinctions. I regret this behavior — it’s not who I am, and it won’t happen again.
Flipping through the titles on hulu, making a point to scroll past brokeback mountain at the exact same tempo as the other films, not gayly slow or homophobicly fast