sometimes, when i have a lot of shit to do, i whisper curtly aloud to myself ‘goddamn it, why am i not a cat’
oh, p.s., my family loved my accidental boyfriend & vice versa the end
p.p.s [internal squealing noises]
p.p.p.s no really, i’m cool, it’s cool, i’m fine
hey babes, i’m making a mix for the women in beer event!
any songs come to mind that i should add?
(i.e. think all the way from wolfmother’s ‘woman’ to dancing the line of cheezy/unabashedly falling over it a la eurythmic’s ‘sisters are doing it for themselves’ et cetera)
i only bug you with said request because you have such smashing taste in music, duh
condiment choices are some of life’s most important choices.
i just put tabasco on sushi & i think i finally might’ve gone too far.
after dancing into the wee hours of morning, & having to wake up early, i was really looking forward to a hot shower, but deduced after entering said shower that my roommate must’ve just taken a shower as well, & the hot water situation was dire/nonexistent.
my nipples will never forgive me.