I love it when I wake up and stretch and something cracks. Makes me feel like a glo-stick
Something that I don’t think people understand is that certain jokes are okay for friends to make… but not for strangers to make.
I insult my friends all the time. My friends insult me all the time. We’ll say creepy and inappropriate things to one another just to make each other uncomfortable because it’s funny, but we never take it seriously. We know one another and we know we don’t mean it – it’s meant in jest, and it’s taken in jest because we’re so familiar with one another and because we’ve broken all the ice that needs to be broken.
But when somebody I DON’T know tries to make a joke that’s either too personal or too harsh… look, pal, you may know me, and you may know what my sense of humor is, and that’s great. But I don’t know who the hell you are, and from my perspective, you’re some random stranger who’s coming up to me and crossing a line without having the necessary history with me to make that line crossable.
Please. Don’t assume friendship with somebody just because you follow their work. You might know who they are, but they don’t know who you are.
18-22 is a confusing age. I got friends getting married, some in prison, and some still have to ask their parents to stay out past curfew.
I’m at the “we’ll see” stage in my life. With everything and everyone. We will see.
ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.
no offense but money would solve literally every single one of my problems. like all of them. i dont have a single problem that money wouldnt immediately solve