#FreeTrifE

TrifE is going threw a pretty tuff time. He is going threw that ruff time in life where he is questioning himself about his special stuff. He goes threw each day looking at himself in the mirror and thinking, "why am I even looking at this pot?" He really wanted to make some noodles but couldn't find the cat. His cat always had this stupid look on his face and later on he finds out his cat was a dog.

#FREETRIFE

I like to tell people—uncomfortably early in the conversation—how I’ve had three times more therapists than lovers. When someone asks me why I stopped responding to email communication for two weeks, or why I disappeared from Facebook for three months, I might say that I was busy weeping under my desk while curled up in the fetal position. I tell people that I can’t go out on Wednesday because I’m scheduling that night to bathe in a tub full of gin and self-loathing. Or that I can’t go out to lunch because I’d like to dwell on the accumulation of my failures. I can’t make it to the party on Friday night because I am too upset about being uslideshow-morbid-mix-tapenable to masturbate due to an overwhelming sensation of self-disgust.