Tell me the truth, Frank, remember that? We used to live by it. And you know what’s so good about the truth? Everyone knows what it is however long they’ve lived without it. No one forgets the truth, Frank, they just get better at lying.
Ellen is so kind and wonderful :)
I’m thinking about the most random stuff.
I spent about 10 minutes thinking about a guy who I completely forgot I was infatuated with 4 years ago … and how he’s now married to a girl who is nothing like me.
It’s just weird that I really really really liked this guy, but 4 years later I had pretty much forgotten he existed.
His palms are sweaty, knees weak
arms spaghetti
there’s vomit on spaghetti already
mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm spaghetti
to drop bombs
but he keeps on spaghetti
MASSIVE LOLS!
