In the past two weeks, I’ve almost ruined everything with my best guy friend by getting drunk and declaring my love for him, gotten completely confused about what I want from my relationship with my fiance and whether I actually want to get married, and hit on a cute waitress and asked her out to dinner because I’m 99.9% sure I’m bisexual. I don’t know who I am or...
Fuckin’ 49ers. That’s what you get for beating the Saints!
My life would be so much simpler right now if only I had followed How I Met Your Mother’s advice this weekend: “Nothing good happens after 2AM.” I should have just gone the fuck to bed.
I feel completely and totally awful.
Melancholy: a deep, pensive, and long-lasting sadness.
Apparently, at some point last night my nose stud came into contact with the inner epithelium of my nostril in a deleterious manner. Woke up to dried blood on my face/pillow. Awesome.
Listening to Florence+TheMachine and super cleaning everything.
Ron Paul’s problem is not merely the racist newsletters, the close ties with Lew...– Corey Robin Seriously. Fuck everything about Ron Paul.
One of the more delusional aspects of capitalism is the idea that if one pursues...– Doug Harvey (via azspot)
Fact: it is exceedingly difficult to put on liquid eyeliner while one is drunk. Fact 2: the best way to bring in a new year is to be drunk since 1pm.