The Truest Thing You'll Ever Learn:

Karma Is Only A Bitch If You Are

Plastics

So.

I live at home.
Again.
With my parents.
Again.
In a twin-sized bed.
Again.

Soo.

Sooo...

I'm going to Australia.

Peace out, life of stability and financial security.
So long, predictable schedule and sleeping patterns.
Fare thee well, ability to capriciously buy things on eBay.
Actually that one stays.

Here. Watch this:



[This is the perfect depiction of every conversation I've ever had about my "future."]