I think that my parents' only regret is that they wasted so much money on my stupid prestigious university degree.

It also makes me worry about photos of me that exist that I might not even know about. How do I appear in these unwitting photographs? Who is taking them, without my knowledge or consent, and from where?

My hair is my everything: my best friend, my mentor, my moral compass.

Got more milky syllables than alphabet cereals.

If you hand an adult a lump of clay, they're likely to respond by fashioning something representative out of the raw material. For the most part, they'll simply forge an object that signifies something "real" in the world, even if that something is as abstract as an emotion or an energy. A child, on the other hand, will just as often produce something totally without semiotic meaning, a shape or a mass that represents nothing that exists outside of their imagination. Or else, they'll eat it or throw it or ignore it, wholesale.

I think that my parents' only regret is that they wasted so much money on my stupid prestigious university degree.

I've been college, but to be truthfully frank, weed is knowledge because it makes me think