I enjoy butts.
It’d be nice if depression ever went away for good. But instead it pops up out of nowhere years after I thought it was gone for good.
Actually gave me goosebumps. “give ‘em hell kids” — glad to be a hell raiser.
What they did not want you to ever find out is that your generation, the generation born between 1980-1995, actually outnumbers the Baby Boomers. They knew that if you ever turned your eye towards political reform, you could change the world. They tried to keep you sated on vapid television shows and vapid music. They cut off your education and fed you brain candy. They took away your music and gave you Top Ten pop stations. They cut off your art and replaced it with endless reality shows for you to plug into, hoping you would sit quietly by as they ran the world. We as a society are only as strong as our weakest link. Give ‘em hell, kids.
in vaguely relate news, it turns out I study better (or at least read and take book notes better) when I am slightly buzzed. good to know.
I will drink all the wine.
I will adopt all the cats and all the children. Also all the cat’s children, and all the children’s cats.