Learning via watching (others fail):
Relationships are bullshit and mean nothing and everyone will do horrible things to you anyway so you might as well just Bone and Be Boned and not worry about like… trusting someone. Then again, I know very little about anything.
The discussion favored by 20-somethings everywhere (“What is love?”) came up while my friends and I were high and eating an unmentionable number of McNuggets in a parking lot downtown. I replied “baby, don’t hurt me,” and was told that doesn’t count. “A little bit of neediness and a lot of hormones,” I corrected myself. “I’ve thought about this question before.”
In turn, Chris’ definition of love leaned towards the more acronymical route with “Lions Over Viscious Eagles.”
The truest statement of the fiscal year.
