My little brother is getting a party bus for the bridal party for after his wedding in September. I am proud of him. <3
And, conveniently, my boyfriend and I are both in the bridal party.
I like poetry, so here I share this poem with you on this Friday evening, by Charles Baudelaire, most likely poorly translated from French:
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters;
that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's
horrible burden one which breaks your shoulders and bows
you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what?
With wine, poetry, or virtue
as you choose.
But get drunk.
Somebody swore their undying hatred for me today. She also said she wished for my social demise.
HAHAHA. All in a day, man. All in a day. Though I should probably not eat anywhere near her for a while.
I woke up this morning, had a terrible smurfing day, and now I'm seeing Lady Gaga in concert in March. I don't know how this happened. My favorite sexy woman asked me to come with her and I couldn't say no. Eighty five dollars a ticket! I'm too poor for this. I'll have to give up something. I'll give up my almond milk and dinners from my workplace. Ah, there we go.
I am on a half hour work break (during my ten hour Saturday shift), and I'm spending it looking at purses online.
I am just too freakin' cool, guys. Too. Freakin'. Cool.
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