Apparently there was a selfie taken at some awards night? I haven’t seen it though.
But I guess in the end it sort of feels like every day it’s harder to stay happy where you are. There are all these ways to look through the fence into your neighbour’s yard. Why even risk it? It’s safer to stay distant, when it’s so hard now to just be content, because there’s always something else. Now I’m proposing my own toast, composing my own joke for those married men. Maybe I’m miserable. I’d rather run for mayor in Splitsville than suffer your jokes again.