the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad. so I had one more for dessert
oh, last night I read a book of ghost stories.
then spent the next 9 hours working alone in a dark, creeky warehouse.
I'm so smart.
but I have to admit, it was fun being slightly scared by bad ghost stories again. actually, I was more paranoid. so, I guess that would mean:
ghost stories = a J
man, the next family camping trip is going to be sweet!
fuck why am I still up?
then spent the next 9 hours working alone in a dark, creeky warehouse.
I'm so smart.
but I have to admit, it was fun being slightly scared by bad ghost stories again. actually, I was more paranoid. so, I guess that would mean:
ghost stories = a J
man, the next family camping trip is going to be sweet!
fuck why am I still up?