Am all on me onesy, and drunk to boot.

When I die, I will not feel ready. I will not feel fulfilled.

I will think, "Oh Christ, I never read [insert amazing book Ive never read]" and then I will think about all of the shitty fucking things that have happened to me, and I will be pissed.

I honestly never thought that I would see the day when I truly believed that marijuana should not be legalized.

I sort of spaced the reading challenge. Maybe I should get on that.