if loves a trainwreck, you're a mistake
'Nother shitty mood. Super.
Today just sucked.
I don't wanna elaborate.
Which is probably unfair, cause if I'm gonna say that my day sucked, I should at least have the decency to explain why.
Tough shit homies.
The only (ONLY) good part of today was reading this:
I DROP MY 3:00 A.M. DOUBLE CHEESEBURGER ON THE FLOOR (WHICH I'M EATING EVEN THOUGH I'M NOT THE LEAST BIT HUNGRY), PICK IT UP AND CARRY ON EATING IT.
I GET EXTREMELY EXCITED AND JUMP UP AND DOWN EVERY TIME A NEW SONG PLAYS BECAUSE "OH MY GOD! I LOVE THIS SONG!"
MY EYES JUST DON'T SEEM TO WANT TO STAY OPEN ON THEIR OWN SO I KEEP THEM HALF CLOSED AND THINK IT LOOKS EXOTICALLY SEXY.
I'VE SUDDENLY TAKEN UP SMOKING AND BECOME REALLY GOOD AT IT.
I YELL AT THE BARTENDER, WHO (I THINK) CHEATED ME BY GIVING ME JUST LEMONADE, BUT THAT'S JUST BECAUSE I CAN NO LONGER TASTE THE GIN.
I THINK I'M IN BED, BUT MY PILLOW FEELS STRANGELY LIKE THE KITCHEN FLOOR.
I FAIL TO NOTICE THAT THE TOILET LID'S DOWN WHEN I SIT ON IT
MY HUGS BEGIN TO RESEMBLE WRESTLING TAKE-DOWN MOVES.
I'M TIRED SO I JUST SIT ON THE FLOOR (WHEREVER I HAPPEN TO BE STANDING) AND TAKE A QUICK NAP.
I TAKE MY SHOES OFF BECAUSE I BELIEVE IT'S THEIR FAULT THAT I'M HAVING PROBLEMS WALKING STRAIGHT.
Today just sucked.
I don't wanna elaborate.
Which is probably unfair, cause if I'm gonna say that my day sucked, I should at least have the decency to explain why.
Tough shit homies.
The only (ONLY) good part of today was reading this:
I DROP MY 3:00 A.M. DOUBLE CHEESEBURGER ON THE FLOOR (WHICH I'M EATING EVEN THOUGH I'M NOT THE LEAST BIT HUNGRY), PICK IT UP AND CARRY ON EATING IT.
I GET EXTREMELY EXCITED AND JUMP UP AND DOWN EVERY TIME A NEW SONG PLAYS BECAUSE "OH MY GOD! I LOVE THIS SONG!"
MY EYES JUST DON'T SEEM TO WANT TO STAY OPEN ON THEIR OWN SO I KEEP THEM HALF CLOSED AND THINK IT LOOKS EXOTICALLY SEXY.
I'VE SUDDENLY TAKEN UP SMOKING AND BECOME REALLY GOOD AT IT.
I YELL AT THE BARTENDER, WHO (I THINK) CHEATED ME BY GIVING ME JUST LEMONADE, BUT THAT'S JUST BECAUSE I CAN NO LONGER TASTE THE GIN.
I THINK I'M IN BED, BUT MY PILLOW FEELS STRANGELY LIKE THE KITCHEN FLOOR.
I FAIL TO NOTICE THAT THE TOILET LID'S DOWN WHEN I SIT ON IT
MY HUGS BEGIN TO RESEMBLE WRESTLING TAKE-DOWN MOVES.
I'M TIRED SO I JUST SIT ON THE FLOOR (WHEREVER I HAPPEN TO BE STANDING) AND TAKE A QUICK NAP.
I TAKE MY SHOES OFF BECAUSE I BELIEVE IT'S THEIR FAULT THAT I'M HAVING PROBLEMS WALKING STRAIGHT.