still in the kitchen.
still not done.
i’m the worst person ever.
it’s freaking 1:49 right now. i need i go to beddddd!
i’m acting like i don’t have work tomorrow morning!
i swear i really can be ridiculous.
but i’m just so lazy…
i got distracted again & still haven’t finished the kitchen. ughhh.
someone come finish cleaning my kitchen for me. D:
wahhhhh! it’s so hard to do. my body doesn’t wanna do ittttt.
ugh. lemme just suck this up & get it done.
blah. questo non è divertente.
alright, i’m gonna actually clean the kitchen now.
ask me questions or whatever in the meantime. or don’t. whatever. idc. lol :3
omg nooooooooo! what’s wrong with this jawn! she’s like the freaking exorcist! she just slithered from underneath a bed & her head’s all turning around & cracking & just no!
i’m done five-ever, yo. this shit ain’t cute.
i should be cleaning the kitchen as of two hours ago, but i’m stuck in a frozen awkward stance against the counter with a twisted horrified face watching this dumb anime.
i have no idea why i’m continuing to watch this.
i need to take my ass to bed. i’m playing too much.
this show’s so damn creepy.
i’m gonna get freaking nightmares from watching shiki! this shit dumb creepy! this little eerie red-eyed hoe need to just stop.
i wanna cuddle my baby right now. but he’s so far awayyyyy. so i suppose i’ll have to cuddle kid rafiki for now.
i can’t sleep. i’ve been working non-stop, so i need the damn sleep. but i can’t sleep & it’s driving me mad! my feet are too hot, & i can’t sleep when my feet are too hot or too cold. my toes are such divas. aaaaaaggh.
i need to finish these spoken words. i haven’t written a decent spoken word since after the one about my pop-pop’s. i need to get one out. but the kind of writer’s block i have is some level 10 type shit that can’t be unlocked. so, in due time, the answers will reveal themselves whenever they’re ready.
he just went to sleep.
uwah! (~￣▽￣)~ i’m imagining how his sexy morning voice is gonna sound tomorrow already!
i just wanna plant all types of kisses on his face. (づ ￣ ³￣)づ
but alas, my kissing cravings can wait. -sigh-
alrighty, i’m done ranting. i got work early in the morning & i gotta walk my sister to the bus stop before that.
night tumblrians! :*
and the word “schadenfreude”, my third favorite word on the world, was just used.
this has now made my midnight, lol.
now to text jimmy & this nigga raheem (& olivia if this hoe would finally text me back, -.-) , catch up on orphan black, eat this damn goodass cornbread, then read 1984 by stephen king until i fall asleep! :3
*crying* why isn’t tumblr refreshing?
i think my dad just saw miguel falling, cause all i hear through my floor is,
“oh my god, he john cena finisher-ed her!”
“what was he thinking?!”
-loud man laughter & mom giggles-
i can’t enjoy american idol with my mom because she makes too many noises like “woo! mmmm! sang it! wooooh, that’s what i’m talking about!” during the really good parts before they even finish & it ruins it for me. like. stahp. i wanna hear the REST of the great note.
i’m gonna go see bo burnham tonight at keswick theatre. i’m so excited i’m gonna vomit! uwahhh!
the lake galena pics/videos are all done. sorry for flooding you guys like that. :]
hope you enjoy my photography though!
goodnight tumblrians! :*