Nov 11, 2016
I love when I'm half an hour into a three-hour class and I start to smell buttered popcorn. And by love I mean hate because I know that I'm about an hour away from blurry or black-edged vision and about two hours away from a migraine.
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I love when I'm half an hour into a three-hour class and I start to smell buttered popcorn. And by love I mean hate because I know that I'm about an hour away from blurry or black-edged vision and about two hours away from a migraine.
It's fucking 2 am in the morning and I'm here watching a video about a guy eating pho and talking to it with a sexy voice.
valentine's day is gonna be weird this year i'm calling it right now
shit i forgot it's october 27
that means that, historically, we are at the 1-2 weeks in which i have made more bad decisions than any other 1-2 weeks, the weeks which feature some of my favorite and least favorite memories and are generally an actual horrorshow of recklessness followed by soporific joyless bottoming out. sometimes i think im exaggerating but . . . nope. no, the end of october/beginning of november are really weird, consistently and terribly, for me.
that means its time to batten down the motherfuckin hatches. im liable to be fine tonight, but tomorrow's sunday and i hate sundays, and then i have a long week ahead of me. time to clean the refrigerator and sweep and put my laundry away and shit.
sorry guys, i just. felt like i had to say. that.