I swear to god, if I ever have a lot of money to throw around, or find myself in Germany for some reason, I am goddamn well going to go piss on J.S. Bach’s grave. I will buy myself a fucking sheniss so I can accomplish this with minimal effort. And then I will laugh. Fucking wanker.
Apparently, I attract people who make me feel undervalued the entire time I’m with them, and then send me heartfelt, self-important apologies on Facebook years later. Huh.