So much truth I can’t even…
Anyone who has never kept a properly socialized budgie will never realize what this is about. Or exactly how hilariously crazy (and friendly) these birds truly are when they’re comfortable in their surroundings.
That said, this is the happiest budgie I’ve seen in quite some time.
The indie music geeks are all “I’m listening to (band you never heard of) and it’s so great”.
The fancy beer fanciers are all “I’m having a (goofy local micro brew you can’t even get) and it’s so great”.
I’m just sitting here, listening to Lorde and having a Rolling Rock, not really giving a fuck if my band ain’t indie or my beer ain’t micro. You know what the music is pretty fucking good, and so is the goddamn beer. I wasn’t even gonna post about my beer or my music, but damn if I’m just gonna sit here and let you assholes be smug without some fucking snark.
People have written a lot of touchy-feely pieces on this subject but I thought I’d get right to the heart of the matter
Put my entire Dropkick Murphys collection on my phone. Plug the phone into the stereo on the Jeep. Fill the tank with gas and spend a day driving wherever and not giving a fuck.
Also pick up fur and foam for that Satyr costume that I’ve been meaning to do for over a year.
Fuck you I’m allowed to be weird.
Do you ever just carry a happy demeanor to avoid drama but on the inside you’re like:
I̯͙͓̙ ̥͍̯̲w͕̩̞il͇͚̞̮̱͓ḽ̱̬ ̪̟͚͖̖̪c̫̬̦͉̘̟r̥̦̟̱̦͚͈a̺̫̖̳̩͚ͅc͖̺̹k̗̥ ͙y̯̹̗͔̺͈̖o̱̝ͅu͚͉r ̜̫h͇̳̹̳͎̻̱e͙̙̪͚a̳̣̼̣̝̦͉d̼̙̫ ̗̳a̲g̬̤̣ͅa̦in̘̱̪s̞̫͔t͉̦ ̝̹̦̤̣̯̲t͉̱͓̬̬̭h̰̝͇e ̩͔̼pa̞̤͉̞͙v̩͇̣̺̱e̞̠̠m͙̱e̻n̺̰t̤͕
Facebook in a nutshell.