(Sunday Morning)
It’s technically early afternoon, but whatever.
I’ve sobered up now but I thought I’d share some of the drunken things I was writing last night:
9:15pm
Why does it feel like everyone is wasting my time right now? No, not just right now, all the time. All the time. All the time.If I could find a clone of myself, I will spend the rest of my life with her and everyone else can leave me alone.
11:30pm
I don’t know why I always find myself cramming popcorn into my mouth whenever I’m drunk/stoned.11:45pm
Wow, if I could marry my heterosexual female BFF for whom I have absolutely no romantic feelings for, I totally would right now. Few people in the world will ever understand me like she does. Let us return to NY and do this, yo.
Ha. I highly doubt my friend would ever agree to have me as a wife. I look nothing like Zac Efron.
Thanks Tumblr people for being boring last night. I ended up catching up on episodes of Game Of Thrones and having interesting conversation, the kind that I’m sadly only capable of having whilst inebriated.
that-is-completely-irrelevant:
My favourite version of Sunday Morning by Maroon 5.
Also one of my all-time favourite songs.
What my housemate has to live with
I haven’t made a video in a while. Here you go!
It’s an intimate look into what it’s like to live with me.
(Saturday Night)
I’ve got a hella busy week coming up. It’s Saturday night. I’ve got no plans. It’s raining outside.
I’ma be getting drunk tonight.
Tumblr people, please pull back on the sexy reblogs tonight. It’s going to do weird things to me when there’s a bottle of Canadian Club in my system.
The weekly round-up #12
I’ve nearly come to the halfway point of the year and so far my 2012 has been tremendously interesting and filled with memorable moments, of which I am very grateful for. I am quite aware that nothing that has happened to me so far have been novel or unique, but they are nonetheless very new experiences for me and so at this moment they are meaningful.
I still have a long way to go until I feel I’m at a place of self-satisfaction, but so far I’m enjoying my somewhat precarious journey towards that ultimate goal.
Anyway, my week… it was good. Work, friends, alcohol, sleep.
I thank you for your continued readership.
"The only people for me are the mad ones. The ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time. The ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars."
- Jack Kerouac - On the Road (via alecshao)
(Source: ruineshumaines, via alecshao)
