I spent 10 minutes picking out a wine at the grocery store because I’m classier than ya’ll and then I immediately dropped it on the sidewalk like a goon and an old lady told me to chin up.
I then went to Taco Bell and when I took the first bite of my Cheesy Gordita, Taco Bell grease poured out all over my sweatshirt, jeans, and jacket. The idea of washing a jacket completely eludes me so I’ll probably just throw it in the woods. (The woods is a great place to put things when they are ruined)
Long story short, I don’t really feel like being alive anymore. It does nothing for me.
