All The Words In My Mouth

Sometimes your characters give up, and want to go off the deep end.

What kind of night is it? Smash a plate of gas station nachos and dwell in absolute self loathing.

I've officially reached my breaking point. I didn't know they stretched this far. Today I was up early enough to hear church bells in my back yard. I can't escape them. I somehow love them and hate them at the same time. They are an ominous tolling of time, but also a systematic put down of those that I love.

I'm split between driving off into the sunset, and cooking an elaborate dinner for everyone I love

Tacobell is bringing back potatoes, and now McDonald's is bringing back the orange drink. The world is healing.

The vending company raised the price of pop-tarts. This bourgeois aggression will not stand; time to build the guillotine.

If someone turned me into a llama Emporer's New Groove style it'd be pretty lit. Shed social and societal responsibilities? Cheers to that bro.

Mood: Donnie's dad in Donnie Darko stifling laughter anytime Donnie "acts up"

They call coors light silver bullets because buying a werewolf a coors would be enough disrespect to kill them.

Sgt Frog is the Invader Zim of anime