Too busy being cute in bed to do anything productive.
Being that I am home from work because of suppressing an emotional meltdown so well that I became physically impaired, I think I should probably take it easy. Weird world. Weird life.
Still here in bed. Still miserable. Still watching TED. Got a text message this morning to see if I was coming in to work a schedule I’ve never seen.
Just hanging the fuck out in bed with this big gulp latte because I feel like I am going to faint anytime I stand up for any length of time. For two and a half days. Can’t work. Getting really irritated about the whole thing. I’ve watched like fifty TED talks in the last 48 hours.
*jungle cat noises.*
Fart noise. Jerk off hand motion.
I know how it goes. The Internet is all “pics or it didn’t happen.”
Happy birthday to me. I quit my job, but I don’t think I’m actually fired.
Maybe the best way I’ve ever spent $35.
a picture of me from last summer I just found in my drafts.
Let me tell ya bout my best friend.