AWESOME WITH A CHANCE OF FUCK YEAH.
That's right, things are pretty stellar. It was a rough night last night but it ended on a good note. I'm rolling with the punches, I've been prescribed glasses, and I've made pancakes.
I'd write more and in a more sensible, detailed, coherent fashion but I'm afraid my awesometer's clocking-out and I've got too much shit to do SUPERLATIVELY.
I'll be back after driving some errands, doing sit ups, jamming out to SMOOTH JAZZ covers of the Gorillaz (Thank you for finding this, Hjalmar, you have no clue how stellar it is.) and deciding which glasses suit my face.
Am I smug enough to rock halfies? Probably not, but rectangles are PRETTY STELLAR, too.
I'd write more and in a more sensible, detailed, coherent fashion but I'm afraid my awesometer's clocking-out and I've got too much shit to do SUPERLATIVELY.
I'll be back after driving some errands, doing sit ups, jamming out to SMOOTH JAZZ covers of the Gorillaz (Thank you for finding this, Hjalmar, you have no clue how stellar it is.) and deciding which glasses suit my face.
Am I smug enough to rock halfies? Probably not, but rectangles are PRETTY STELLAR, too.
No Velma-grade Emo-Goggles, though. That Scene-Kid shit just doesn't TICKLE MY FANCY.
You have no idea how fun it is to say "Tickle My Fancy," in a terrible, booming voice.
THREE-HUNDRED CALORIES YOU'LL NEVER REGRET
You have no idea how fun it is to say "Tickle My Fancy," in a terrible, booming voice.
THREE-HUNDRED CALORIES YOU'LL NEVER REGRET
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