Me: I don’t understand the question. You want me to cover your monthly payments? Or just the gas? That’s a really odd question. If I didn’t know better I’d think you ran out of relevant things that rhyme with “bills” and said something really stupid instead. “Pay your automobiles”? That makes no sense and I have no interest in contributing financially to someone who has such a poor level of expression.
Destiny’s Child: Do you think that maybe we could chill?
Me: Whoops, yeah, sorry about that. I got a bit carried away there.
*Destiny’s Child were talking to me through the radio.
Going to the Rays/Yankees game tonight. Two teams I would rather see ignite on fire than see IRL, but there are hot dogs at the Trop, and beer, and who am I to turn a chance to gain 15 pounds in 7 innings. Holla.
So I’m off to Hawaii to get married next week. As is the style of the time I’m offering to send some postcards off to you, my imaginary chums. Please send me an email at japanese.smoth at gmail dot com with your details and you can add to your Tumblr postcard collection.
I can’t believe it’s almost wedding time for you!!!! Time flies when you’re having “fun”, if that’s what you call me wanting to scrape my eyeballs out with a toothpick while planning my own nuptuals.
Audrey Hepburn - Moon River (via Music from the Films of Audrey Hepburn)
(Moon River, composed by Johnny Mercer and Henry Mancini, was originally sung in the movie Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Audrey Hepburn & was written to fit her vocal range. The song went on to win the year’s Academy Award for Best Original Song)
Remember on Thursday (yesterday) when I was all “I’m never drinking again,” and I sat here wanting to rip my eyeballs out with a spoon because I was so effing hungover and I cried a total of 13 times. Yes, I counted. No, I’m not lame. Anway well it’s fucking Friday assholes and I need me a drinky drinkerson on the fly.