What the fuck is that place and what are you grabbing me? I’m serious, mate. I’m dying here. Literally fading away. Also, the cable’s got shut off for some reason. So I’m bored.

You’re bored? you just told me that the cable got shut off! go do something about it! I am NOT dealing you with until 6 o’ clock, okay? After 6 begins ‘deal-with-the-prick’ hours. Until then, you’re on your own.

Now get off your arse and just.. Do something already. I’m busy.

I’m currently halfway devouring this Shangai chicken salad and prosciutto & provolone panini from MILK. I should’ve made it clear to myself that I can’t come here without wanting to spend half my paycheck on everything. But let’s just say that I can’t make the wisest of decisions on an empty stomach and a total of 2 hours of sleep. I rest my case.

I’ve got plenty of more work to do after this until around 6. Then I’m free. (Except even home is a bit of a prison when you have Theodore as a flatmate.) 

Just another regular bloody Monday. God do I hate Mondays. But at least I’m bringing home macaroon gelato sandwiches for dinner. For me.

The proper image to fully be able to convey and illustrate what my night is going to be like tonight. Which, if truth be told, is every night. Well done, Johnny. Well done. You even got the proper liquor.

PS. This is a great film, too.

dirty-wanksock said:

I gave you money yesterday to do that, didn’t I? Which to my dismay, you probably blew off on something else. Because what a surprise to find the fridge empty. Your problem now, not mine. I already ate.

Now piss off, prick.

tumblrbot said:

What’s my life without a pen?