tgif. well technically it's saturday already but ah well.

there's something about fridays; something that must make them so special. the relief after a long week of surviving? it meaning that you can talk to your friends a little longer, like you have some me time? that sparkly glow just knowing that fridays are a little more magical than other days. it's the start of the weekend and you have two whole days which you know are going to be wasted away on frivolous, insignificant things but you do them anyway. even though you are filled with purpose, empowered by the promise and potential of a whole two days away from the regular routine. when your room is cold, and you have a good friend to talk to.

I like to imagine my own indie boy with dark brown hair, fuzzy jackets and green eyes that know me. He'll be really nice.


And I call you and say, C'mere!

Terry Pratchett is the bomb diggity.

I would be Samuel Vimes if I were a character from the Discworld.

I'm always two drinks under.


Lol, god. I hate looking at old posts. I love how every three months I just look back and go, god, I'm stupid.