I have a paper i should be writing and a book i should be reading right now and i'm really kind of screwed. But. My entire night/day/week/month has just been made.
LOOK. HOLY SHIT THE UTTER FUCKING GORGEOUSNESS. THE COLORS. THE PRETTINESS. NO, I MEAN... ARE YOU SEEING THAT? NO REALLY. I... UHHH... GAAAAAAHKJADGHAFHLI*@^Y$(*@^$_(!
I LOVE LIFE.
So! Trip to the store sometime to pick up the latest GQ, yeah? Possibly twenty copies. To plaster my wall with. Maybe.
Ha ha ha! I'm only kidding about the twenty copies thing.
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Yep.