Drunk. Finally. You know that pesky feeling where you would pay someone to run you over, so that you could either die or spend time in a hospital, away from reality? I literally fantasize about falling off a roller coaster and coming out of it dead or with a settlement. ha. Don't worry I'm aware of how pathetic I am.
And today I bought CHOCOLATE SHROOMS. whaaaaaa?
And, uh, some drunken pictures of myself.
blehhhh