How high do you have to be to adopt a mouse as your son and name it Stuart
I think Terezi’s asleep.
Brody’s out of commission.
I don’t know where Joel is.
Everyone else is either getting laid, asleep, or I’ve bothered them enough already tonight.
(Or I don’t know them and they freak me out.)
I have watched my entire stack of To-Watch movies and I’m too lazy to start on Supernatural because the fact that it’s like 89 seasons long is overwhelming.
I’m already Snoop Dogg levels of stoned and I don’t feel like getting drunk.
…And now my Xbox is shot.
My life is meaningless.
I might have to read a book or go outside or be productive.
[[ Shit fucking one click ]]
Or you could sit on tumblr all night.