that moment when you start doodling flash pinup women all over your math notes. blahhh. anything for a brief distraction. more distraction -> http://postimg.org/image/d2y9t3vov/ the only type of line segment my brain is letting me understand right now. edit: seriously i'd love to be hired to draw shitty pinup flash.
my dude my kitchen science is weird but shit works, tonight i made black beans and ground pork sauteed in sake with black olives and diced tomatoes with a little tapatio hot sauce for the flave and shit popped off boy i'd rec
Today I'm going to study a little and chill and cook a little and stuff. It's going to be pretty good.
I just cooked spaghetti with avocado, lime (fucking lemon didn't have lime fuck you), oregano, and one egg to add the slimy feels. It was a gorgeous summer food and you can eat your stupid burgers. I didn't even add chilli. Oh I replanted three of my precious childs (plants).
I very often have erotic dreams about girls from my high school. It's been so long and it makes me feel like a cloud of memories, disconnected from the physical realm. And it makes my dick feel like a cucumber. I just wake up and I'm like, well, something needs to be done about this vegetable of unfulfilled pubertal dreams. Maybe I'll be able to function normally, who knows.
Fuck yeahhhh moving into our new apartment June 6th. First time fully fleeing the nest. Two bedrooms, like 1000 square feet. Gonna be so so so tits, and its five minutes from the water. Plus there's woods nearby, and a pool, and we can bang holes in the walls and put planters on our patio and my collection of dead stuff in my coffin shaped bookcase will ensure I never socialize again. Hella excited. Not to mention the walk in closet my boyfriend has acquiesced to let me have exclusively.