Life and I don't fist-bump no more. (On fist-bump hiatus)

"I'm done". Words made famous by Kate Gosselin.

So am I. Done. But am I really? What does it mean to be "done" with one aspect of your life. Isn't that quitting? Isn't that denying Life to carry out its duties? Doesn't Hardship have a say? Doesn't Sweat deserve the chance to thank Opportunity for its freedom?

Grew tired of philosophizing while philosophizing. That's it, I'm done with this post. Irony is my forte. So is idiocy, but that's another story for another time.

Till then, feel free to lie to yourself when necessary. There's nothing quite like getting in a cat fight with the mirror.

I swear you're perfect.