I have shit I need to do and I do not fucking want to do it.
I don’t want to go anywhere. I don’t want to put on pants.
I miss bed already. :(
boring my poor friend to death
This was just the one hour and thirty minute part of the conversation where I had no idea what to say or do and so I bit my nails and looked away.
Okay, so this is what I’m working with right now. I’ve tried scrubbing with a wash cloth and it isn’t really helping very much. I can’t find any makeup remover and I’m not trying to go to work tomorrow looking like I spent tonight getting throatfucked.
Suggestions?
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Well, my computer is being a dick head and so I’m gonna do the Q and A thing another night. At least you kind of get the video you asked for? Also, I am the single most awkward and flustered person in the ENTIRE WORLD when I’m being recorded, especially evident when I try to process the fact that someone PAID for it and then I didn’t know how to end the video so I my brain melted and I laughed nervously for a solid minute after I stopped recording.
Sorry for no answers. Sorry for the mumbles. Sorry for my faces.
People kind of act really weird when you tell them you’re painting your nails.
Or that you can’t hang out because you’re wearing makeup.
Wutevar.
Eagle on Tommy’s forearm. Wraps quite a bit, had to do the picture this way, sorry.
I got tattooed yesterday. It turned out really well and I still have room for the other idea I had for the inside of my forearm. Really excited.
Plus, there’s a lot of black in this one too, which I’m stoked on.
