I started saying something to Jim last night that I was too drunk to articulate. The moment's passed, of course, but it bears saying. In part because if I don't, I'm just going to keep repeating it to myself like a crazy man, because that's what I do.
"Dude, she's leaving. And who knows what'll happen there. Best case scenario, it works out until one of 'em dies. Nothing lasts, man, nothing lasts.
"So quit fucking bitching and get out there. There's not a lot of time, man, and if you're not doing what's making you happy, get the fuck out there and change it. I mean, fuck all - I love sitting at home, getting lit, and playing video games until I pass the fuck out. You hear me? I fucking love it. It's one of my favorite fucking things to do. But if you're doing that and it isn't making you happy, get the fuck off your couch and go do something that does.
"Whether you're spending your time sitting in your underwear shooting guys or in the arms of someone you actually like, make sure it's what you want to be doing. Because fuck it. What else are you supposed to be fucking doing?"
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