mondays. satan's favorite.

it's is presently 7:36 in the morning.

you know those mornings when you're lying in bed just after the alarm has gone off and you can hear your body talking to you like you're a prisoner, i.e. it's bitch. 

essentially you feel like you are getting shanked, on back door parole, dancing on the blacktop.

you can google those prison terms if you want.

 

here's what happened this weekend..

i went to a pumpkin carving party on saturday and did this..

 

 

yeah. basically nothing.

 

but i put on lipstick to counterbalance the superlesbian sweatshirt i was wearing..

also it's normal to wear biker boots, a men's (or lesbian's) sweatshirt with a pencil skirt..right?

and double normal to wear it to a pumpkin carving party, right?

 p.s. i love lesbians.

 

after the party we came home and did more nothing.

 

only to wake up on sunday to do some more nothing.

 

not sure why i am so tired.

 

probably because nothing + nothing = nothing.

 

 

here's what did NOT happen this weekend.

 

i still have not watched AHS episode 2.

i KNOW!!

 

it's not on TV yet and mike and i were waiting to watch it together.

 

once i do watch it i promise a recap of some kind.

but a full recap probably won't happen. 

 

 don't hate.

 

 

instead watch me do push-ups like a man lesbian. 

prob the REAL reason i am so tired..