My parents are going to India and Zurich and Paris for three weeks, and I am so jealous I can’t cope.
Dad tells me that they’re going away for three weeks in July, and my automatic response is “don’t worry, nothing will happen to the house.” My actual thought process is “yay. Party!”
Do I make bad life choices and drink my remaining cinnamon whiskey tonight? Or do I make good life choices and only drink the ciders I bought.
I have a cold. So instead of doing anything productive (like writing some of the 6000 words I have to write) I’m lying here wondering if 9.30pm is an acceptable time for an adult to go to bed.
Tonight a friend sent me a photo of darkness, with the caption “totes dickpics and you wouldn’t even know.”
LOL. I am 8000% done.
There’s no one I’d rather be able to look so nice and also so horrible with than this girl.