If you could travel back in time and talk to yourself?
And be like “Hey, in 5 years you’ll be living here.” “In 3 years you no longer talk to this person” “In 5 years you are dating this person” “By the time you’re ____ you will go through this” “By the time you’re ____ you will have accomplished this” “In 2 years you will have no interest in doing this ___”
My little mind would’ve been blown away. Life is cool.
“Please rashida jones enter my life idc if you are like a friends gf or like a new aunt or maybe we bump into each other at the food store and she drops her like pesto and we go to pick it up together n like lock eyes while some old man slips on the sauce and cracks his head open whatever it is just so she is in my life… so i can masturbate to the thought of picking up pesto with her. Even though i can without meeting her its just the creepy thought of like knowing her type thing that makes it more like hot? Like oh i know the guy just saw me scratch my ass but i will shake his hand anyways or smelling your fingers after you scratch your butt like really get in deep where it gets kinda damp and you can feel it through your jeans.”—
There is a Twitter feud heating up between WWE Champion, CM Punk, and Grammy award winning musician/boxing enthusiast, Chris Brown. Punk (who is the best in the world) sent out a tweet calling Chris Brown (who is the worst in the world) out for being a shithead, and also challenged Brown to a WrestleMania match. Chris Brown responded how you’d expect him to respond—no, not by beating up his girlfriend, but by making himself seem like more of a fucking idiot. Check out the Twitter exchange below.
So I have never been a church go-er. I understand how for some it was a place of worship, or a place to get away, or a place to think, but it never really worked for me. I had my own places that were deemed my sanctuary.
Walking the pier along the Thames River looking out towards the London Eye,…
I made this vacation as long as I did, and as long as I could, with the hopes that I could get a sense of what it’s like to live here. But the truth is once you find a place that you belong and that you invest yourself in, you never really leave that place. I’ve spent most of this time with my mind back home. I am enjoying myself, but I miss being home. I miss being exhausted and busy and stressed all the time.
Yesterday I saw a man wearing a basketball jersey with a Houston Rockets circa 1997 logo on it, but above it said “SEX” and below it said “TOYS”. I have lost all comprehension of reality since that moment.