p.s. that’s (a strong vodka) and sprite. Turkish golds and pfunks.

So somehow I’ve managed to be up for three days. I wasn’t pulling all nighters or avoiding them partying or whatever it is you kids do to procrastinate these days.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, waking up is hard.

missworld:

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savethekitties:

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I really, really, really miss my kitties.

emmyblotnick:

I don’t think it’s a coincidence that “baked brie” rhymes with “wanna take you home with me.”

Maxine and her running habit makes me feel like a useless lump on a log. So I’m going to get up and make her bed and cry in the shower a little bit and repack so my shit isn’t everywhere.

Not sure where this is but Roberto’s was everyone’s favorite late night taco spot in Vegas. Mmmmm.

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Missin’ my kitties but I just crawled into Maxine’s (unbelievably comfortable - duh) bed with Sliding Doors and I don’t have a care in the world - except that the Celtics don’t go into overtime.

MAXINE! Hurry home from the Celtics game. I’m eating pad thai from your bowls at your kitchen counter and the juggler is still (5 years later) hitting on me. COME HOME! I’m probably going to go read that gorgeous copy of Hoptscotch in your bed.