I want it all back.

Lets go jogging. It's just me and my imagination.

I need facial hair so I can awkwardly stare at people while I run my fingers through my beard. They know.

I can't stay long in the morning. Another one went wrong. It's ok now that youre gone. Only in your eyes a sudden need denied. I sympathize.

This game is boring as fuck. God, I need new hobbies.

I'm going to bed. I give zero fucks if it's still light outside.

Is it Father's Day? Damn. Sorry not sorry.

People are just pictures. While life is an internet page, where memories are 140 character long posts, detailing a bland existence.

Goodmorning all.

Yo, do people still do this?

"Can you suck my dick?", is my go to response when my manager asks me to do something. At least in my head, that is...

It's 4:50 and my second meal of the day, consists of a Colt 45. FUCK, I'm hungry!

When a customer hands you wet change, but smiles like not shit just happened.... BITCH I WILL END YOU #fastfoodprobz

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Every time I get on Twitter it takes me an hour to find the button to write a tweet.