I'd love to be an Ernest Hemingway alcoholic, but I don't know if if I have that kind of commitment.
I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast.
Yes, I eat pieces of shit for breakfast.
I have deep, serious thoughts, but I try to ignore them because where's the fun in that.
I'm terrible at self-summaries.
I think that life-plans are overrated.
I would love to be a writer some day, but I'm not sure I have the talent or the luck to make that happen.
I usually don't start this many sentences with "I".