You know what you can do when you’re a grown man?
You can have cranberry juice & vodka with your chef boyardee ravioli’s.
What now, world?
Alright, I stayed up to write this, I’m going to bed now.
I’m not doing that thing I normally do, though.
I’ve already done that like, fuckin, 4 times today.
I wonder if that were an olympic event, where would I place?
Would I be better at a speed round than endurance?
What about volume?
I’m gonna stare up at the ceiling fan until I fall asleep now.
How do YOU go to bed?
Do you touch it to make sure it’s still there?
I do.
I’m like “…Well, atleast I love you.”
I can’t stare at this white ass screen anymore, not because it’s bright, but because I find the abundance of white privilege in todays society downright nauseating.
Night
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