So I’m meant to actually do stuff today because it’s my only day off in Seattle but My Super Sweet 16 is on for the next five hours and it’s cold outside…
Third in line for a NIN show but I’m so tired and sore from last nights show I’m contemplating not even being up the front what is wrong with me?
So today I had to listen to a guy say that he didn’t get a ‘rapey vibe’ from Blurred Lines and then make subtle digs at my short shorts about three or four times in the space of four hours without any hint that he knew he was kind of being a dick. Aaand going to have to be next to him in line again for about an hour or so tonight so that’s going to be fun.
Third show. Forgot to brush my teeth and I’m not wearing any make up because I’m going to do it after I get my wristband. This is a great morning.
Best fucking doughnuts of my life.
The fact that Netflix auto plays the next episode after one finishes is actually the worst and best thing that has ever happened to me.
So I go into the bathroom of the place I’m staying at, I see a daddy long legs and I panic a tiny bit, contemplate taking it outside but decide not to because they’re not that scary and I’ll get over it. 30 minutes later, I see one of those medium size black spiders, lose my shit but can’t do anything about it because I’m too scared and now I’ve moved all my stuff into the bedroom in hope that it’ll be gone by tomorrow morning.
Having a religious experience with a vegetarian burrito right now; Although that may be partly due to having a total of four hours sleep in the past two days.