Slow Club
oh hey these guys.
I CAN BARELY KEEP MY EYES OPEN. SOMETIMES I THINK MY SICK DANCE MOVES AND DEVASTATING ONE-LINERS WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME.
ROUGH NIGHT AT THE CLUB?
EVERY NIGHT. I’M LIKE THE UNHOLY LOVE CHILD OF USHER AND BILL HICKS.
I UPDATED ALL MY SOCIAL NETWORKING SITES AND WROTE 42 PAGES OF STEAMY FANFICTION SO I’M FAIRLY TUCKERED OUT MYSELF.
YOU WANT TO JUST ORDER IN AND WATCH FASSBENDER’S PENIS?
DO YOU MEAN SHAME STARRING MICHAEL FASSBENDER?
THAT’S WHAT I SAID.
As you all know my birthday is this Wednesday so I have prepared an unrealiztic list of things I want for my birthday, because I’m a goddamned grown up:
1) A new MacBook Pro.
2) All expense paid trip to Figi for me and a friend.
3) An Alpaca
4) A tiny kitten to be named Al Sharpton.
5) A vacation for my BF.
6) A permanent place to live.
7) The powers that be to stop trying to screw me.
8) Enough money to pay all of my bills in one month.
9) A dinner cooking robot.
10) The distinct pleasure of not having to work ever again.
11) Everyone in my life to be happy for and with each other.