me immediately at the slightest somber emotion twinging in my heart: cancel my plans, cancel tomorrow’s plans, cancel the week, this is happening and one cannot be expected to function under these circumstances. are we beasts of burden or are we men? were we put on this earth to suffer and passively endure suffering? I say no. The earth rejoices with us in our joy and weeps with us in our sorrow. I owe it to something larger than myself to put my heart at peace
the gremlin of common sense that lives in my head and makes me put clean socks on and brush my teeth: dude.
me, fully swooned onto the fainting couch of my soul: May A Bitch Not Be Sad Now And Then