I feel like a just got beaten by a sack of bricks.

I’d make an attractive guy.

This is what my brain does when I’m sick.

Nothing like unwinding from a hard day’s work with some dragon slaying, a couple episodes of Penn & Teller, and a nice cold glass of orange juice.

good morning to you too, nose.

Y U NO FORM IN MY NOSE.

really fucking bad.

I just want to write letters to someone for no particular reason other than to write them a letter. Everyone I know lives to close for a letter to be meaningful.

Cafe au lait is the fucking best.

I’M ATTRACTIVE.

I was going to take one last picture, but then Jitterbug made the weirdest noise right as I was taking it and this is what happened.

I’m done ranting about the erotic obsession with classical music in A Clockwork Orange (convenient poster in the background), I am going the fuck to sleep.

ohmygod look at my hat  I look like death.

#tosickforthis

i can’t remember the last time i was this sick

someone come play with meeee

sup guise

i stole kayla’s dwarf hampster for a bit.

tumblr, say hi to Jitterbug.

say something nice if you want to, my night is total shit and i want to wake up happy.