Whoever the drunk Portland Trail Blazer fan was that flirted with a very drunk zombie tennis player me last night made me feel really, really good about myself. Despite the "Desperate Perfectionist" wig, white makeup, smeared lipstick, and gray eyeshadow.

Oh, vodka. <3

My Neville shirt came today. I opened it up and it was warm from sitting in the sun for a few hours... mmm. <3 I'll try it on later.

addictttt *sigh*

Finally saw a full episode of Hip Hop Harry this morning. It was every bit of creepy, ridiculous, and hilarious that I knew it would be. 6:30 am on TLC, peoples. Ch-ch-ch-check it out.

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