Jesus Christ. It's 6:16 pm on the day after Hallowgreens, and I'm still hungover enough to keep me from doing anything with my stat homework but stare at it.
The rum is gone because I broke up with it. I'm sure we'll get back together at some later date, but for now we're splitsville.
I know I'm not going to want to do this in the morning, but I can't possibly want to do it any less than I want to do it now. I'm going to go home, take a nap, and then possibly write about the insanity.
The rum is gone because I broke up with it. I'm sure we'll get back together at some later date, but for now we're splitsville.
I know I'm not going to want to do this in the morning, but I can't possibly want to do it any less than I want to do it now. I'm going to go home, take a nap, and then possibly write about the insanity.
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but i come a-begging of the bleary one! I LOVED that song you uploaded the other day - Laika's Black Cat Bone.
*bats eyelashes*
don't suppose you have any more of their music?
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As do, in fact, all high-percentage liquors.
For next time - drink lots of water next to the rum. And I mean lots.