There are times when my brain fails. It did so today.
/Cue: self-whinging
I hate feeling like I'm back in junior high. It's errors like these that give me that teenage "how on earth could I ever possibly be considered a cool kid when I'm such a dumbass" angst issues. /end
I wonder how many life faux pas issues monks have to deal with before they reach their eternal calm.
/Cue: self-whinging
I hate feeling like I'm back in junior high. It's errors like these that give me that teenage "how on earth could I ever possibly be considered a cool kid when I'm such a dumbass" angst issues. /end
I wonder how many life faux pas issues monks have to deal with before they reach their eternal calm.