There are times when moving to a remote mountain with fuck all but the ocean in the distance (and a decent internet set up so I can download books) seems so fucking tempting. I will have supplies air dropped in and be like Heidi with her goats and cats and everyone else can fuck off to hell.
This is one of those nights.
I am.. What’s more than grumpy and just slightly less than homicidal? (let’s face it, mass murdering is way more work than my inherent slothfulness will allow)
HEY KIDS!! GUESS WHAT TIME IT IS?!!! And if you said “I know it’s laundry time cos you’re wearing that same goddamned hoodie you always wear on laundry night” you get big ups for noticing something I’ve only just realised my own dang self. And the other two pics are cos I further just realised my hair is still up in the bun I threw it in at work, using only a pen and nothing else, cos I was melting while putting away my ginorma-soda order, and I am mightily impressed with my chick skillz this night. Go. Me.