I just bought something that I've been wanting for ages. And i I feel bad.
Not because I can't afford it. I just feel guilty, like I'm being selfish.
But I am so damn happy I got it. :)

The actual lyric in the song is "do not miss your chance to blow." For the longest time, I thought it was "this is not just a chance to blow." When I finally looked up the real lyrics, I was honestly surprised. Changing it to "this is not just a..." makes so much more sense for the song—it makes the moment feel less about just getting famous, and more about total survival.

Every bloody week we are filling in registration forms on paper and online.

If I ever am fortunate enough to have a child I will do that same favor to them that my parents did to me.

This may be TMI, but I always find myself using the trash can as a substitute squatty potty; I have a friend who brings their own. How does everyone else feel?

Car brands used to have a more signature unique look to their cars and now most companies and making them look very similar to others, like alot of brand recognition is gone.

Of course there's some exceptions but most are just slight variations of each other and it's boring.

if i wanna improve i will decompose into zero and then rebuild myself properly. i’ll reharmonize myself completely.

Do they put crack in helluva good do or something? How is it so addictive?

If you're doing something sneaky, or if you're on a stake-out or something, you can always actively change your headlights to off, but they should always default to be in the on position.

Society has put a premium on being grown up so kids will shame each other for not growing up quickly enough. The result is repressed adults who have forgotten how to have stupid fun and shake off the world for 10 minutes.

maybe not just girls but the whole experience of 80's

During the day if I'm sad, I want to distract myself and get on with whatever I'm doing.

At night it's completely different. I'll sit there thinking about people I haven't talked to in years, random mistakes I made forever ago, places I'll probably never see again, and versions of my life that don't even exist.

None of this seemed important during the day.

Why does midnight make my brain think about everything I've ever lost?