- Gym
- Jamming out
- Responsible daydrinker
- Rock enthusiast (paper and scissors are objectively bad moves)
I fear that on my last day, on my deathbed, that is when the meaning of things will enter the room and kiss my forehead, and whisper into my ear what it was I should’ve done with my life, and how I should’ve conducted myself. Hell isn’t a fire pit, but a museum of regrets.