If we shack, I’m going to expect you text me everyday, or never again. There is no in between. TSM.

“Wait…Blow as in cocaine, or blow as in job?” TSM.

Standards giving up on even trying to punish you. TSM.

“I wish I could trade my heart for another liver, so I could drink more and care less.” TSM.

I’m not ignoring you, I’m gracefully avoiding you. TSM.