I would commit human sacrifice in order to be able to dance like this. To what god should I build the altar to?

Me tooooo- Littlefield, not my first choice... or second or third.

It was the only student government election I voted in.

Houston, the stadium is directly next to the largest medical center in the world. No matter what weird injury you get, someone will know how to fix it.

I think my mom also has some sort of eating disorder probably from the criticism my grandma gave her about weight when she was younger. I can tell she struggles with not controlling what I eat or asking me to go on a diet with her since that is what she learned from her mom, but she calls me beautiful and I thank her…

I live right behind HOP and it’s the best/worst as in my drunken state, it makes it really easy to go there and consume way too much pie.

Before Astroworld shut down, my family made me get on one of those tower rides where you shoot up and then gradually come down. I cried all through it.

I cried at the DMV (DPS in TX) because I had just moved to the US and I was failed for going 5 miles over the speed limit. I was 24. A 24 year old crying and sobbing in front of DMV workers.

I have a zoo membership and I don’t even have kids.

I’M SO TIRED OF SUGAR SKULLS.

Worse yet is morning radio. Usually how it plays out is, one cool, “nice”guy, one bro-y, kind of inappropriate guy, and one girl who is so pure and sweet and just can’t BELIEVE what her two co-hosts are saying.

I love her hair and wish I could pull something like that off.

About the last letter: Prader Willi Syndrome

That’s how it is for me too... sometimes it gets to be TOO much attention. Every condition has to be juuuuust right for me to finish, and if I get too hot/too cold, my leg goes numb, the light is too bright, I haven’t finished a project, and so on- I just can’t. So sometimes I just enjoy sex without necessarily having…

A man sailing with his cat across the world reminds me of my favorite Uber driver. He had apparently driven 18-wheelers all across the US before settling back down in Houston. When I asked him if it didn’t get lonely, he said no, because he had found a stray kitten somewhere in the Midwest, and had traveled with that…

My brother would order pizza with no cheese when we were like 12. In fancy Italian places, they call it Marinara and it’s a thing, but Domino’s was always confused whenever we were left home-alone with instructions to get pizza.

I didn’t know granola bars came in wrappers, my mom made them and packaged them in wax paper. Mayo? I thought everyone made their own. I also was clueless about pop culture. I was like a small child from the 1890s.

The only picky-eating habit my parents indulged was that my brother and I cried whenever we were served some kinds of meat... we really liked petting zoos and the thought of eating an animal that we had been cuddling before was horrifying to us. Nowadays, I can only eat ground beef and boneless chicken breasts (things…

Lay off the cocaine, Quentin.

A friend who worked at a magazine once had to photoshop dog penises out of the cover because the editor thought they looked wrong.