Boo! Scared myself out of my own damn way.
Am I doing this right? Who cares.
I'd do anything, for you, boo boo.
Paper mâché but with words.
PSA: Are we OK? Nah, bro.
On this episode of projecting my personal delinquencies onto others...
I appear to be grazing on more than just food.
Math is mathing.
No cap. Or something...
Swaddle me, clowns!
Checking - and wrecking - oneself.
The (caffeine) limit does not exist.
It's a soft life, really.
