Unuseful Life Advice From The Noise Machine:

Unuseful life advice from the Noise machine:

Don't drink to the point of puking on your cat. They're really hard to clean.

Ahh yeah.. speaking of socializing. Forgot about new years. Can I be bothered to party, or should I just chill with someone special.. a decision needs to be made.*ugh*

Me, the undecider of all things.. 💀

Impulsive me:

God, I wanna shave my eyebrows again..

My voice of reason:

Bet it'd look great with them dark ass under eye circles of yours, Uncle Fester.

I need a haircut so fucking bad.. It's just long enough to start getting stuck between my asscheeks when I'm nakked. 😆 [tmi again, dumbass] It's honestly ridiculous. I can't live like this.. I constantly intangle myself in it, dip it in my coffee, sit on it, inhale it, get it stuck in every zipper imaginable.. not to mention the fucking brushing of it. 💀 *hiss* [or lack thereof.] Every single week I'm halfway to dreads.. and not good looking ones. More like early P.O.D. three fucked up looking ones in very different sizes.

Just in case I actually freeze to death, here's my last will and testament:

Leave me for the cats to feast on. They're always fucking hungry anyways. Might as well become a tv dinner.

That was highly needed in every way possible.. prob just gonna fuck around with some random gameplay today. Pretty hungover still..