Song lyrics, youngster.

I’m a driver I’m a winner, things are gonna change I can feel it.

Cars are awesome.

Assmagnet

Thats what burns my ass. Why do these pieces of shit never die young?!

Balance requires the desire to achieve it. Keep trying, you’ll get there.

The hell with raw doggin life.

I think of it like sunlight. In videos from space, you can see the sun without the filter of our atmosphere. It is the harshest evil white burning light you can imagine. However, because of our delightful atmosphere, we get golden hour evenings, pink sunsets, warm mornings.

Life without pills is like sunlight without atmosphere.

That, also cat and dog. I am the feeder, brusher, vet-taker. Mr. Meowmeow and Ms. Fluffy would be very sad. That won’t do at all.

I had one of those too. Every so often, bad baby would scoot off the mat it 3am. Nothing like the absolute fucking panic of hearing that alarm going off when you’re dead asleep and now halfway to juniors room before you wake up only to find he scooted off the mat. AGAIN.

I don’t miss the pure anxiety of being a new parent. I had forgotten about that thing and I’m so glad it is a faded memory.