Friday, July 29
Hungover Like You're 37
Thanks for the delish pizza, Mr. weird name Pizza man. In other news, I have a righteous hangover and also the shits, formerly known in kinder, gentler times as the trots. It's also a bajillion degrees in here, and all I have to drink is Apple juice.
Also, the kitten peed on my bed. Again.
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