when my dad was in college he had a friend who told a girl he’d take her on a date unlike any other she’d ever been on and so he took her to the supermarket to watch the lobsters fighting in the lobster tank
they’re married now
I need you to be clingy because I’m paranoid and I begin to think you don’t like me if you’re not.
The secret of life, though, is to fall seven times and to get up eight times.
Is it just a bad night or am I getting bad again?