It’s fucking early. Gross.

AHHHH I LEAVE FOR EMISSIONS IN THE MORNING AND I HAVEN’T PACKED OR BOUGHT CIGARETTES YET AHHHHHHH

helyxcious:

mindwhispers:

Note to self:

When you sneak Irish whiskey into the theatre, don’t drink it all during the previews. Otherwise you’re going to have to pee every 15 fucking minutes.

Well, now you should have an empty liquid-holding object, right?

The problem solves itself!

Hahaha I can’t aim that well! Peeing into a cup or a Gatorade bottle is one thing, but a Jameson bottle? Nah

1 of 1000. And so it begins.

Donna wanted to come with me <3

So…I *WAS* cleaning out my car…

Note to self:

When you sneak Irish whiskey into the theatre, don’t drink it all during the previews. Otherwise you’re going to have to pee every 15 fucking minutes.

Yup.

Chiiicken cuddles!

I really am having a hard time being productive at all tonight. I can’t sleep. I can’t motivate myself to pack for Emissions, clean my room, work on my painting, or do ANYTHING aside from sit on my ass and smoke cloves.

Well…no…there is more blue dye in my hair. But still. I have tonight/tomorrow to clean my room and pack for the festival. I also work tomorrow. And have plans with a friend visiting from Japan. And all I can do is think about new things I want for my room instead of actually getting shit done.

Ugggghhhh I really hate myself sometimes.