Paper mâché but with words.
PSA: Are we OK? Nah, bro.
On this episode of projecting my personal delinquencies onto others...
No cap. Or something...
Math is mathing.
I appear to be grazing on more than just food.
Swaddle me, clowns!
Checking - and wrecking - oneself.
The (caffeine) limit does not exist.
It's a soft life, really.
