Someone should definitely talk to me.
I love my cats. One is insisting on cuddling me so close that I can barely write this and the other is dancing around at the end of the bed singing to herself.
Do you think this face would convince my boss to let me go home early?
So this is what I do when the voice recorder goes down and I’m stuck here twiddling my thumbs.
There is nothing better on a Sunday morning than baking, in my pants, dancing to anything and everything.
Summer summer summertime. <3
Drinking in the park. Feel like I’m 13 again.
Woke up to at least 7 people getting all self righteous because people are “celebrating” 4/20.
OH NO. Another day where people will get so high they can’t even walk to the fridge without getting distracted by their own reflection in a window and fall asleep in the sun, rather than going out, getting drunk, throwing up in public and getting into fights. OH THE HORROR. HOW WILL WE HANDLE THE RAMIFICATIONS TOMORROW?
THANK GOD THERE IS NOTHING MORE IMPORTANT THAN THIS GOING ON IN THE WORLD.
Some of these high and mighty bitches on tumblr need to chill the fuck out.
I am so excited at the prospect of having my girls back for good this summer.
Three bottles of wine later…
i am not going to feel good tomorrow.
I’m such a text-kiss slut. My standard number of kisses on a text is three.
Four if you’ve said something I love. Five if I’m super happy.
A bazillion if you’re Titch or Roisin.
Seriously though, all I want is cuddles and Chinese food. Too much to ask?