You know? You know.

"Yeah, I have enough self-esteem issues. Carrots aside."

"Douglas, answer me this: does or does not the booty go smack?"


And for the more artistically inclined, some shitty poetry:

If you compiled every word you've ever said,
you wouldn't have enough to make a paragraph.
All your attention-seeking self-pity
Isn't even enough to make me laugh.
I can't turn the noise up loud enough to drown you out
Your presence makes me want to tear my hair out.
There aren't enough words in the language
to describe my disgust for you.
So I won't say a word.
On my tongue I'll chew.


Third time's the charm
Third time, raise the alarm.
Darling, I bet you're hard to get over.
I might be a long shot,
But, baby, you're a bet I'm willing to make.
No matter how many clichés I use
There won't be descriptions for you.

You ever have one of those days where you're listening to your favourite song and you realise the words don't make any sense at all? I've been having one of those weeks. You ever have one of those days it seems like something is trying to tell you someone? I've been having one of those lives.