“Stupid bloody Tuesday, man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long…”
I am the eggman! I am the eggman!
Motherfucker, even the YouTube is down! Like I said, stupid bloody Tuesday.
(If you don’t know the song, I don’t want to know. Just… Don’t.)
I’m no walrus. I’m like… prolly some woodland creature. Somethin small and busy and brown. Something burrow-y and … Is there a small woodland creature that behaves as though it’s deranged in order to scare off its prey? Somethin heavily dependent on nail files, Band-Aids, and calendars? I’m that.
Anyway, yeah, I know you’ll probably read this on Wednesday but I’m writing it on the stupid bloody Tuesday.
Do you ever consider your reactions to things are a result of previous experiences? I do. If you find yourself more angry or more sad or more –> *anxious* <— that is…
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