This quote normally hangs on my wall beside my bed to help me forget that days particular fuckers and not spend my entire night
plotting the demise of my enemies stewing over little things or trying to fix the problems of the world.
It is first thing I see as I open my eyes and look to my left, to forget yesterdays worries and grasp the possibilities of today with both hands with vigour and enthusiasm. FIVE FEET HIGH.
Or some such shit.
Or even just stop fucking whining for five fucking seconds OMG KELLEY.
On Sunday we heard an almighty crack and found it like this.
Fuck it. Even Emerson has given up on me.
He is all ‘shit is too heavy man’
I am feeling ya.
Roll on the holidays.
Santa better have a HUGE fucking sack this year.
I mean it dude, I am SO over this year.