May 25, 2015
I'm dead.
Two nights in a row being in NYC past 5am + wayyyyyy too much to drink this weekend + karaoke + wayyyyyy too much drinking = Just dead. I am dead. Come bury me and say your words. Miss all you wonderful people. I hope there's a tumblr for ghosts. It's gonna get mad boring. Maybe I can pet all the ghost dogs and ghost cats. That'd be rad. Think I can nap after death? I hope there's pizza. If there's no live music, I swear to God I'm coming right back. That'd be bullshit. What am I even talking about? I'm an idiot. Good night.
