Being a star is overrated
If this isn’t a day for the record books, I don’t know what is.
And I don’t know why I give a single flying fuck about my personal life when I have plenty of other shit to occupy my waking hours.
I want to be a star. But even those are dead, burned-out pieces of nothingness. And by that definition, apparently my mission is accomplished.
Somebunny needs a new goal …