Isn’t it kind of funny and kind of lame when you see (hah hah, hah hah hah) someone you used to know quite well and you’re reminded of how incredibly lame they are, and how heart-wrenchingly sad it is. I mean, I know I’m an idiot dickhead. But I forget sometimes how sad other people make me. Even if it does move me to tears, it makes me feel better about me. How much fun are you having living in a dream land? I hope a lot. The blue pill isn’t particularly fun, but it allows for original thoughts. Or at least thoughts of my own. As if that’s any consolation.

Weak, nervous, damaged characters. Great in bed, but still. Y’know. I’m not made of stone.