"i'm glad i hitched my apple wagon to your star"

I did it again.
There was one more double shot in the fridge.
Now I'm drinking it.
I feel comparable to a meth addict.
Probably not that bad....but whatever.
May as well be.


POSSIBLE EXCITEMENT

I won't go into specifics.
It seems that whenever I talk about things that might happen, and that I really want to happen, and I tell people about those things, they never, ever happen.


THE BOY LEAST LIKELY TO

They might just win jamie's "Most Adorable Band" award.



I mean, really. Just look at that.
There are no words.
Just..."good lord."
Good. Freaking. Lord.





And I promise you, their music is just as cute.
I am in shock.
It's like the amount of happiness the lovely druggie hippies felt while seeing pretty colors and being high and listening to the beattles.
But coffee is my drug of choice, friends.
No biggie.



^ That makes me wish I had a printer.

Anyways.
I need to clean my room because I think if I keep it clean long enough "ma maman" will let me get a dog.

Glorious.
Joyous.
No one really knows how happy that would make me.
I'd probably become way more of an introvert though, and only talk to it.
So maybe it's a good thing I don't have one....
Nah.
It would be amazing.
I'd force myself to be social.
Or, get a small enough one and take it everywhere.
Omg.
Ohhh
my.
GOSH.
Ugh.
It's too amazing to even think about.
You don't even know.
Ugh.
I would take, like, 5 billion pictures every effing day and they would all be adorable.

I'll stop now.


-jk