Goals. I Have Them.

I wanna weasel my way into one of those sit-arounds in which old friends of a dead celebrity mourn his passing and celebrate his life with personal memories that's filmed for a documentary and completely overtake the entire thing with my wailing/crying hysterics. If any other person manages to get in as much as five words during the entire thing, I'll be disappointed.

Have fun sitting in your mom's basement dusting Cheetos dust off your t-shirt while I'm bettering my life, chumps!