I passed a pill bug that was stuck on its back, and without thinking, I bent over and flipped him. If it could talk, it would have probably thanked me, but I felt really good about it anyway. That’s why I think I should be the next president of the United States.
The name's Tim. Nice to meet you, maybe.
I play guitar, sing silly songs, write stuff, draw shitty pictures and make people on the Internet mad on a professional level. I drink a lot of tea and write letters to pen pals. I also think about death a lot.
I remember how I used to go on FML.com and just post comments that everyone thought were just hilarious. And I’d do it religiously, waiting for new posts so that I’d be near the top. It’s kind of sad, looking back at it now, but it was all worth it when people started to miss me.
