don’t mind me, let me just pop these pills rq
wait wait wait, i need a snack. it’s PILL TIME
bro im feeling sick like i’m about to pass out and spew, but don’t worry its just a side effect. what were you saying?
im not talking about the hard stuff, im talkin about carrying around a pocket pill organizer in your bag and filling it with all the pills you could ever possibly need. you could always be 2 seconds away from acid reflux relief.
tried reading dante alighieri’s inferno. key emphasis on tried. i got bored and realised a story written in poem form is not my typa beat.
i tried because it seemed like what all the indie hipsters who are well versed would read, and that i would look cool and niche—but it just cost me $25.
i prefer crazy detailed paragraphs rather than a line by line story.
anyways
