I have half a glass of wine left in my glass. This is the very last of the wine in the house, and it’s from the third bottle opened tonight. How fucking sad. THE SADNESS OF THIS PERMEATES EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING.
When it comes to using words and phrases like “fag”, or “homo”, or “that’s so gay”, I like to go back to the old adage “it’s the thought that counts”. Particularly, it’s what’s not being thought.
The harm in these words does not come from the words themselves, but from the…
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|Rest of the USA:||freezing to death|
|Florida:||sweating in shorts|
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lemme get dat pinot up in dis mouf
I was just looking at some pictures of my face and guys. I think I’m kind of pretty. I’ve also had three glasses of wine.
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ermahgerd I just feel like I don’t have a voice anymore. I’m so irrlvnt.
Since I had nothing to do tonight I decided to drink at home by myself and watch a movie on Netflix. Understanding how depressing that picture is already, I decided to watch a comedy. Started watching one and got about ten minutes in before I decided it was utter shit, turned it off and browsed for something else. Somehow I got from comedy land to gay independent romantic drama land and ended up watching Weekend. An hour and a half and four gin and tonics later I’m a god damn emotional wreck. TGIF.
Just watching American Ninja Warrior exhausts me. Way too much physical exertion for that to be healthy. I mean honestly. It’s a little much.