Note to self: stop smoking weed while you’re packing for bonnaroo, your motivation is as low as you are high. Seriously, look at yourself.
Sometimes I can’t tell I’m hungry until i start eating.
This is like that.
when I die I want to be cremated and put in an urn where “Rock Lobster” plays every time you open the lid.
When I was younger (before computers were the dj) my mom and I were driving home one night and Rock Lobster was on the radio, and then it just kept playing… Like 5 times. We listened to it maybe three times all the way thru but then we’d check back… Rock Lobster. I imagine the dj either fell asleep, or had the most bad ass fuck you guys I’m out of here moment.
lalalala i cant fuckin wait to get into bed lalalala but it’s pouring outside and i have so much work to do so i have to stay until rissy can pick me up lalalalaaaaaaaaaa
ummmmm ummm ummmm huh?