That awkward moment when you’re in a bus and it’s a long, tiring ride and suddenly there’s a goat inside the bus out of nowhere- and it’s coming towards you- and it doesn’t stop until it’s five inches from your arm and you’re scared shitless but you can’t scream (too many people around) and you can’t move (goat’s too close) and the only two things you can think of are:
Do goats bite?
Does a goat bite hurt?
‘Cause this tiny little voice in my head, it keeps saying ‘Awkwarrrrrrd’ at everything I say or do and I can’t seem to shut it down.
Every day is a new fucking drama.
Either you play your parts or just shut up and hear someone else say your lines and trip over furniture.
Lethargic. It’s this blistering sun.
That awkward moment when you’re walking on a random street and you notice this cool T-shirt with a big picture of Slash giving his epic pose carrying his epic Les Paul hung on a shop window and that gets your attention ’cause you’re a Guns ‘N Roses fan big time and you’ve wanted something GNR-ish in your wardrobe for quite a while so you walk into the shop to ask about it but they don’t have a size that fits you and just when you turn to walk out the shop, the sales guy says ‘Excuse me ma’am, we’ve got this one that’s your size…’ and he’s holding this pink shirt with a humongous Justin Bieber head and instinctively, you facepalm so hard you almost break your glasses and the sales guy who apparently has no clue as to why you just facepalmed yourself just stares at you until you mutter something barely audible and walk away.
And just when you think it couldn’t get any worse, it does. It always does.