Also, I mean I commit to a bit okay.

Sorry, long week

I NEVER GOT MY FUCKING CARD DT! I NEVER. GOT. MY. CARD. I've seen footage. I used to skip trace people for drug debts who didn't have names aside from shit like "Briar" and I FOUND THEM. Don't taunt me, I'm broke and psychotic. (I love you, I swear.)

And it was a pretty... fire.... read. I'll go hang myself like my best friend over that one. She chose the right time to check out last year, shit's gonna get weird.

No, I don't, that's been the problem with my entire fucking life!

venmo ya five bucks for a video... (Kidding, I'm so fucking broke.)

I don't have kids, I have Mexican Xanax. They're about as expensive but one keeps me from committing violence.

You terrify and arouse me in new and strange ways...

This is what I'm here for. Fuck an advance. Ellis has 3 that haven't even earned out yet. And he wrote American fuckin' Psycho. But this, you can't pay for this shit.

Ah, the metatextual demon has arrived. Please can we all just fucking LEAVE Twitter?

Tell me you're a philosopher without telling me you're a philosopher...