Complaint Department.

Also, I was having a really awesome day/night like “WORLD CAN’T FUCK WIT DIS NO MORE” kind of day and then I ran over part of another car or something and BAM - flat tire (or busted rim? either way, fuck). Got over it. Went to a super hipster bar where I met King Hipster of Ironia and saw a really amazing ragtime-y show and was on top of the world again. Then a best friend’s girlfriend decides to make slight digs at me and Jesse for being fat and I was like “I WILL EAT THIS WHOLE GODDAMN CHEESEBURGER OUT OF SPITE” then she gave hugs and kisses. The world is giving me a Hot Carl.