I finally found a job that doesn’t make me completely miserable and pays fairly well, and it only took me until I was 34.

Smoke em if ya got em, kiddo.

The word “panacea” is so cool.

Goddamn, I hope it doesn’t get worse that it is right now.

I’m arguably even more unhappy at home.

The skin will eventually turn blue as well, once they die from the entirety preventable diseases that they refuse to vaccinate for.

I never touch the stuff.

This is all true, but I refuse to take off my nostalgia colored glasses.

FFIX is the best game in the franchise and I’ll die on that hill.

That’s why I pretty much only go to DIY shows. There are no rules in a parking lot or under a bridge, and I came to bring the pain. Of course, now that I’m in my mid thirties I usually end up leaving with more pain than I brought.

Obligatory HAIL SATAN

That’ll never work. You gotta say it in elvish.