It gets me that at one point, you were the only person I wanted to tell anything. Now we don’t talk at all. How can someone mean the world to you one minute and then nothing at all the next?
One of my biggest fears in life is looking stupid. Fear had been navigating life for me, so I took a stab at exposure therapy, in which, loosely interpreted, you confront your fear until it doesn’t make you blackout anymore.
Someone help me. Please.
All of this goes on my face?
And it costs how much?
I judge people based on their footwear.
It’s funny to read in my diaries how some of my worst moments happened in LA, but nostalgia makes me think it’s ok to go back. I said this to someone recently and they thought that “funny” was a weird way of describing it.
Your apartment had a very distinct smell that I remember almost crying over during our last day sitting around on that super shitty couch (remember how the back of the couch was broken?) and you were taking post-its off the wall and I felt like my head was blowing up like a balloon because of how hard I was keeping it all together.
Why was Santa’s little helper so depressed? He had very low elf esteem.
I’m not some $2 spiral pad from Walgreens. I’m Moleskin, bitch.
I just wanted to start out by saying that it’s really great that you have so many feelings. Feelings are really important. And you, Brian, have a lot of them. Like, a lot.
CHEESE FRIES: “Insanely good” and “cheap” but “offset” by the fact that you will “inevitably” throw it all up in “less than an hour wait.”