I swear to fucking god.
It’s funny how alcohol really lowers your ambitions.
Like cool, assholes.
People fucking have jobs and have to be up early for work and you fuck heads are getting drunk and being loud as hell.
But if it was the other way around shit would hit the fan.
Your almost 50 grow up.
Did I mention that for some reason alcohol makes you deaf and you have to scream a fucking pointless conversation at each other.
GO TO BED YOU LUSHES.
Welp. Between physical therapy and roller coasters at cedar point I think it’s safe to say there is no way of fixing my terrible back. Just keeps getting worse. :c
SOS! send me tamagotchi’s right now.