Writing dialogue is awkward as fuck.
*verbally wrestles about with two drier-than-dust detectives*
Defending Christianity; using ‘oh hell’ and ‘goddamnit’ in my argument.
Still having the guy who was your first time on social media is like constantly being slapped in the face with your puberty, and I’m not sure I like it but it’s hilarious nonetheless.
Drawing sassy, lanky shitheads with black coats and pointy faces.
One pack’s an impulse; two packs is a habit.
Oh hell, lets join the ranks of the nicotine-filled masses and their habitual restlessness only tobacco can sooth. I’ve held out long enough.
Think I could rig my Christmas tree with LEDs so I won’t have to wrestle too big lights into a 45 cm tree?
Today, I went to the thrift store and bought myself a tiny Christmas tree and even tinier ornaments for the grand cost of €5,-
My room now sports an only slightly lopsided purple/orange tree and I almost feel like and adult.
I just managed to burn microwave popcorn.
Doesn’t that just feel like a metaphor for how much I suck at supposedly easy things?