there is absolutely no way to say “i hate my life – fuck off” with this staring at you at 5 in the morning.
… and so my day began and life continues (the life part was not necessarily ever in question) because of Paisley. I’m certain there was some element of God involved. Therapy Man tells me that I can’t continue to question his (God’s) existence and be angry at him at the same time. I suppose he is correct.
I suppose you can’t look at that face and question his existence either.
I just don’t know.