In any group, there’s always someone who knows all the words to House of Pain’s “Jump Around”.

Trying to be better, ALL the fucking time

I can’t remember a time when I DIDN’T feel major changes were needed in my life. It’s difficult to put this into words, but I feel like a giant, cranky baby. My whole life is trying to feed myself spoonfuls of spinach while telling myself it’s an aeroplane.


I’m in IKEA alone right now. So confused. Do I break up with myself?


Celebrities: stop complaining about “the price of fame”. You’re all free to do a Salinger. Almost no one does. So shut up.