Life is great. It’s weird. It’s a fucking disaster. It’s strange that I find myself okay with what’s happening. I’ve discovered I love sweet Riesling wine and I love smoking Swishers. I’ve morphed into a person I never thought I’d become. Isn’t that okay though? Everyone evolves. Sometimes you have a hand in it. Sometimes it just happens. I like where I am though. In my smoking haze and drunken daze, I am content. My anorexic thoughts spring board their way into my head but I’m able to shoo them away. I’m going to be okay.
Being a nice person is so fun
Waiter messes something up? You can see the relief on their faces when you don’t scream and swear at them about it
Extra tickets at an arcade/prize place? Watch a little kid’s face light up when you give them a bunch of tickets
There are too many assholes in this world. Be a nice person.