thursday

i can't even tell you how much tea i drank today.

make tea. steep. drink. pee. make tea. steep. pee.... ad infinitum.

at least i had the chat company of mister thebosseleven sir to keep me company for most of the day. thanks bro.

the rest of my evening will be taken up with the entirely unsexy pursuit of crafting.



some bitches are probably hot crafters. thursday is not.
i end up with glitter smoodged everywhere and glue all over the place.
it's a disco ball disaster.

oh and would someone bring me a bottle of charles shaw so i don't have to go out?
spanks.