What happened to the days that were endless? The days of real men handling the hardships that needed to be dealt with? They’re in the rear view but I can’t help but to question and miss the idea that they were real
Today seems like a good day to burn a bridge or two. The one with old wood creaking that would burn away right on cue. I try to be not like that but some people really suck. Some people need to get the axing chalk it up to bad luck
Saw #jackass yesterday & only complaint is it wasn’t long enough. If this is the end, then thank you. Tears were shed, farts were ripped. Highlight was a 10 year old kid sitting next to me with his mom. At the end I asked if he liked it, he had tears and said “I’m sad it’s over”
the craziest thing about being an adult is that you could go through the most traumatic night of your life and you'll just have to go to work the next day
In the last 3 weeks, I’ve seen more true colors in people than crayons in a Crayola box. It’s a shame everyone’s colors are not as bright as I thought. I guess family, blood doesn’t really mean anything…does it?
Sometimes kid, you got it. Not many left to understand but to feel the universe send the positive energy back at me is different. Thankful for my angels, grateful for my support on earth
I honestly cannot think of a more joyfully semi-retired life than singing songs at a theme park for people who adore you and want to hug you—what exactly is sad about this?