And we just did a system run (Systembolaget. Gov.-run bottle shop monopoly). And I’m currently sitting next to 28 drinks. Bitch drinks, if we’re being honest. But there’s this little idiot voice in the back of my head that keeps popping up and saying, “but will it be enough?”
Meanwhile the majority of my brain is saying, “you’re an idiot”.
So I guess it all balances out.
So I’m going to hang out my window and look for Squidward.
is to be invited to meet some people at the pub, after you have made nachos and vaguely planned to spend the evening at home, then go get kinda drunk… then finish the nachos when you get back
It’s been a while, so GPOY! It’s “Ultimate hangover” edition. Seriously, it’s 9pm and I still feel appallingly, hideously disgusting. Still haven’t showered. Still wearing last night’s clothes. Still haven’t cleaned up the vom on the floor. And the sun has nearly gone. Booooo.
Waking up, checking internet, going back to bed. Repeatedly. Until it’s 3 or 4pm.
Just gonna sit here and pat these fuzzy leaves all day. (Taken with instagram)
Fuck yeah!
