I turned on the ac.
It’s sticky as balls out tonight.
In crowded rooms they would form words with their lips for each other’s eyes.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Beautiful and Damned)
Never trust a man who doesn’t eat meat or drink scotch.
— Slot Editor in Florida
It is time to get drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, get drunk; get drunk without stopping! On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.
— Charles Baudelaire
” … And this is the character palette”
I am currently in a training class—trying not to shoot my face off—tumblin’ like a boss. I am not paying attention because everything that is being reviewed today, I’VE ALREADY BEEN DOING FOR OVER 4 YEARS. The part of this training that I really need won’t probably come along for another day or so. So here I am. ‘Til 7. Been here since 10. Blah.
Talk to me tumblrs, what are you up to this Monday afternoon?
Can’t seem to shake this feeling.
What is it, loneliness? Fear? Depression? I don’t even know, but I know it makes want to stay in bed all day and sleep the day away.
I really* miss home.
*soveryfuckingmuchithurts
