If anything, it’d drum up membership. Hell, I’d read at least a page of American Rifleman.
With the attitude that nothing is worth doing, it’s amazing that anything has ever been done. That being said, I’m kind of a piece of shit and I want to watch it all crumble. It’s the same joy I get when I see tornadoes in person.
This Is The Face of My Mental Illness
I took this picture of myself at the end of a day I spent in bed, scared and crying, feeling alone and hopeless and completely desperate.
This is the face of my mental illness. This is the face of my sadness when it is at its most inexplicable and its most pronounced.
I am not ashamed of it.
Should I drop over 100 bucks on a ticket for the Oddball comedy festival in Auburn?
It would be great if I had even the slightest idea of what I wanted to do. It would make the staring at the wall and dreading my 10pm shift tonight less painful.
This post was brought to you by the feeling of wasting away and all of the “You’re not the regular guy! Fuck you!” shitty looks any time someone sees it’s me working because evidently I have no redeeming qualities.
Miranda bought me a plane ticket and she’s shipping me off to see my family in Kentucky in October. That was pretty nice of her. Go thank her for me.
My job makes me feel violent.
My favorite Morgan Murphy joke.
It has to be something that I am generally interested in," Rees said. "I wanted to do, ‘How to Climb a Tree’ because when I was growing up, my mommy and daddy did not allow me to climb trees, which was a huge injustice. So at the end of episode, I go home, and I literally climb the childhood tree that my mom and dad didn’t let me climb. I make them sit there and watch me. It was profoundly satisfying.David Rees, host of GOING DEEP WITH DAVID REES premiering tonight on @NatGeoChannel (via hodgman)
Day 1 of forcing myself to walk: I bought garbage bags at Big Lots then went home because it’s hot. Stay tuned tomorrow for another reason I went home.
There was a pretty good Bill Maher slam on this episode of Gilmore Girls.