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All the Snark posts are making me so sad about missing this CHSH. If I was missing it for like some friend’s 21st birthday where I would just end up standing in a corner alone with a beer watching every girl and deciding if they’re actually obliterated or actually obnoxious infants with fakes ID’s, THEN I would be pissed. But I’ll be living in goddamn Disney World, so I’m not really allowed to complain. See you guys in April…

I keep forgetting that I’m friends with a bunch of old farts on here and probably make them feel very uncomfortable when I talk about things like being in my underwear.

My bad.

I was going to apologize for complaing in my sleep.

But 17 hearts before most of you wake up is enough to make me not feel like a total asshole.

Dear Internet,

I’m not going to let this turn into a post that was started with the intentions of being short and sweet and ends up taking like ten minutes to read…

I came home early from work because my stomach and my brain hurt and the thought of being stuck in the dungeon for another four hours made me want to vomit.

Naturally, I checked my Tumblr before doing whatever I planned on doing to talk myself out of this panic attack from hell I’ve been suppressing for a week. It was like walking into a surprise party of lovin.

The idea of people having internet friends used to make me cringe a “whatever floats your boat” kind of cringe. It’s not as strange to me as it should be that getting 20+ notes on a personal post can go so much further than a long talk with a good friend would. I guess the blogging thing is in my blood.

Thank you. From the bottom of my [keyboard].