I want to become famous, so during an interview, they can ask me “So, what are your deepest fears?” and I”ll cleverly answer “Being alone… and redeads. I fucking hate redeads.”
And they’ll bleep out fucking. But the word is necessary. It properly emphasizes my utter hate of redeads.
Cause I hate redeads.
I hate them.
Yesterday I was reading traits of a Pisces. One of them is Laziness. So it’s written in the stars for me to be lazy.
I was laying in bed and the guy I’m seeing was telling me to get up so we could go do something. Me being the clever snot that I am, put my arms towards the ceiling and told him:
“Hold on… Let me read the stars………. Nope, it’s not written for me to get up yet.”
Being a smart ass is so much fun!