I often struggle to succinctly describe my personal cocktail of towering self-regard and bitter self-loathing. But I think I’ve come up with something:
My ego is the Death Star, adrift in a galaxy full of shifty-looking Skywalkers.
I often struggle to succinctly describe my personal cocktail of towering self-regard and bitter self-loathing. But I think I’ve come up with something:
My ego is the Death Star, adrift in a galaxy full of shifty-looking Skywalkers.