I want to wear flannel and listen to Ryan Adams and be a shitty parent basically.
“If tomorrow the world ends–why shouldn’t we be with the ones we really love?”
Practically everybody in New York has half a mind to write a book — and does. – Groucho Marx
Are there ghosts? Are there aliens? Could Jurassic Park really happen? Why or why not? Do you sometimes LOL at Bill O’Reilly or does he make you feel too bleak?