Homemade dark chocolate avocado faux ice cream. Sobbing. So fucking good.
Sets alarm to get up early to do my taxes and run errands: turns alarm off and sleeps in.
Sets alarm to get up early because Frank Turner tickets go on sale: up before alarm, waiting for tickets to become available.
I’d rather have no friends than fake ones.
I’m just gonna continue hyping myself up for the concerts I’m going to this summer to avoid feeling shit about spending most of my weekends at home.
TURF just announced its late night club show schedule: Frank Turner and Larry & His Flask are playing at the venue around the corner from my apartment, happy sobbing.
I’m sitting in the library with eight books about gender, identity and sexuality in archaeological and anthropological contexts in front of me, and well, at least I got the books off the shelves and this far, right?
Most the time people are talking, and all I can think is ‘I do not care’ or ‘Just shut up’, and it’s unfortunate that they cannot read my mind.
1/1 would agree i’m an idiot
2/3 would bang
7/8 if they look like that one guy from fright night.