so i’m in a fine mood this evening.
If I go about the world thinking that I must make compromises or sacrifices, that I can’t have everything I want, that I must concede and make trade-offs and learn a certain appreciation for the art of settling, then my life is pretty goddamn great.
If someone convinces me for five minutes that I shouldn’t have to compromise a single fucking thing, then I spend my evening drinking tequila.
I’m just sayin’.
