I cannot stand small talk, because I feel like there’s an elephant standing in the room shitting all over everything and nobody is saying anything. I’m just dying to say, “Hey, do you ever feel like jumping off a bridge?” or “Do you feel an emptiness inside your chest at night that is going to swallow you?” But you can’t say that at a cocktail party.
Paul Gilmartin, The Mental Illness Happy Hour
So what’s going on in current events? Um, a whole lot of people being terrible to each other on the Gaza strip and elsewhere from what I understand.
I used to have coherent thoughts.
Here’s a puppy that looks like a penis.