My roommate is off to a house party purely to collect the empty cans and bottles…
Thousands of gulls in Hollywood for some reason. So spooky. This doesn’t even come close to showing how many birds were flying around.
There’s a club. The Dead Dads Club. And you can’t be in it until you’re in it. You can try to understand, you can sympathize. But until you feel that loss… My dad died when I was nine. I’m really sorry you had to join the club."
“I… I don’t know how to exist in a world where my dad doesn’t.”
“Yeah, that never really changes.
So in Canada you have to file your own taxes, lets hope I did it right because if I have that means a refund of $525 which can go towards my adventures in May and June.
Seriously, how hard is it to buy toilet paper? Don’t bitch about it being your turn either seriously! Man living with children who haven’t got a clue sucks so much sometimes.