"Wow, she got that skin just from vitamins??" I sigh, taking a sip of a warm Crush grape soda I opened either three hours or three days ago.
I can't just wake and pop right out of bed like someone in a commercial for antidepressants.
When is the last time an actual human interaction make you laugh more than a meme did?
When the zombies come or the aliens land or whatever dystopian shit that is bound to happen in our lifetime happens, I'm not stockpiling buckets of slop and batteries or any of that doomsday shit. I will be in the fetal position somewhere waiting for them to lobotomize me.