Other times, they send me screaming. You have never sent me screaming, BTW.
In other words, it's how I imagine a person might decorate their mountain home in the late 1950s or early 1960s. It only makes sense to me. But that's okay. Here's an inspiration picture:
I'm terrified of doing 100K. Which means I'll probably try it, at least once. When I've committed myself to something, no matter how terrifying, I can't back down. The feeling of failure, of being a quitter, is more terrifying to me than any start line.
That time you told me my ass looked good in those pants was the best thing I've heard in a while. Anyone can go to college. Not everyone can have an ass that looks good in pants. Sayin'.
I also wish I wasn't so messy. I'm trying to figure that out. I've solved other problems, I know I can solve this.