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Today I reached a new level of really just not wanting to interact with other humans:
So, im in my NYC tattoo shop den hibernating because I stayed up too late (see 12:30) drinking miller light with Yvette and chain smoking. I slept until noon and felt zero shame. Naturally hunger struck, and she struck hard. Thats when I took to the internet and ordered something involving french toast, bacon, sausage, eggs, a bagel, potatoes, and a mango/banana/other fruit smoothie.
So, the first hint that I was going to be having an exclusion kind of day is when I wrote under 'special instructions' for the driver to just call me when he got here. No ringing the bell, no knocking on the door, no delivering the food to anyone else in the house. Just me. God forbid someone asks me who the guy is delivering me food. Or offering to make room so I could eat upstairs. Or like, just talk to me in general.
So naturally I put on some 'Trap Queen' by Fetty Wap to pump me up and really set the mood for me to do my makeup in preparation to meet the delivery man.
Once I was finished I emerged like a little bridge gnome from the back door and kept a low profile outside while i was waiting to intercept the food from the delivery man.
With food in hand, i brought my fresh kill back to my bedroom to eat it in peace and watch Candidly Nicole in sweet, sweet solitude.
Thats when it hit me. That bastard forgot to give me fucking utensils. No fork, no knife, no spoon. Nothing.
So, faced with the fact that I would have to go upstairs to get a fork so I could eat my breakfast, I did what I think anyone in my position would do.
I ate that shit with my bare ass hands. French toast? Yep. Eggs? Oh yeah, with ketchup, too. Sausage? Easy.
Today I ate my breakfast like a caveman in some italian immigrant's basement.
I think things are really going well for me.
So, im in my NYC tattoo shop den hibernating because I stayed up too late (see 12:30) drinking miller light with Yvette and chain smoking. I slept until noon and felt zero shame. Naturally hunger struck, and she struck hard. Thats when I took to the internet and ordered something involving french toast, bacon, sausage, eggs, a bagel, potatoes, and a mango/banana/other fruit smoothie.
So, the first hint that I was going to be having an exclusion kind of day is when I wrote under 'special instructions' for the driver to just call me when he got here. No ringing the bell, no knocking on the door, no delivering the food to anyone else in the house. Just me. God forbid someone asks me who the guy is delivering me food. Or offering to make room so I could eat upstairs. Or like, just talk to me in general.
So naturally I put on some 'Trap Queen' by Fetty Wap to pump me up and really set the mood for me to do my makeup in preparation to meet the delivery man.
Once I was finished I emerged like a little bridge gnome from the back door and kept a low profile outside while i was waiting to intercept the food from the delivery man.
With food in hand, i brought my fresh kill back to my bedroom to eat it in peace and watch Candidly Nicole in sweet, sweet solitude.
Thats when it hit me. That bastard forgot to give me fucking utensils. No fork, no knife, no spoon. Nothing.
So, faced with the fact that I would have to go upstairs to get a fork so I could eat my breakfast, I did what I think anyone in my position would do.
I ate that shit with my bare ass hands. French toast? Yep. Eggs? Oh yeah, with ketchup, too. Sausage? Easy.
Today I ate my breakfast like a caveman in some italian immigrant's basement.
I think things are really going well for me.