if someone made a movie about my life it would literally just be me sitting in a denny’s eating pancakes while Houses in Motion by Talking Heads plays ominously over the speakers as if I am half way inside this dimension but also half way outside of it.
Imagine you and E are playing Mario Kart late at night while eating chocolate chip pancakes and he's mad butthurt cause you're kicking his ass and he's all pouty and keeps saying "I'm letting you win." And just keep going back and forth like "You suck" you say "You swallow." "Yeah I know because mama didn't raise no pussy ass bitch." -a