I hate people. Like I legit hate them. They’re rude and impatient and dishonest and ignorant and just the worst. But I love @markiplier. And my sources tell me he’s a person. So you can understand my confusion.
A politician's campaign sent me a request to send him a check for his presidential run. So I tore up the letter, wrote a no-thank-you note, put a shit ton of glitter back in the envelope with it and sent that crap right back to him. It was worth the stamp.
Last night I had a dream where I was running from these bad guys and when I hid one of them found me and I decided to confront them head-on so I started kicking some ass like Taken style and it was pretty fucking cool and at one point I picked up a wooden chess board and hit a guy over the head with it and when he collapsed I said, “checkmate” and I was so proud of that line I woke up.
Hearing a really good song for the first time is an incredible feeling. It's like feeling the sun on your skin after a long Winter, or stepping onto a roller coaster. It's like a breath of fresh air for your soul. Because for whatever reason (the lyrics, the melody, the mood), that song speaks to you in a way that words never could, and you've found a new voice, means of expression or escape.