my dad.
doesn’t.
have Internet.

look this was ferriss bday card. not fair right?

dreamsigns:

it was like my brain wanted to go through every memory I had and I couldn’t stop thinking about everything in a really deep, annoying way. I was like that pretty much all day yesterday. I got really sad last night as I was thinking about how much I care about and love certain people in my life and…

but honestly the only reason I have an ounce of hope for my existence is because m83 came on a random (and I don’t use that word lightly) radio station while I was riding around with ferris today. I need to write a book.

yes I was one of those people who wore zipper pants from hot topic and they actually fit me better now than in high school. anyways, hit the jackpot can’t decide whether to keep them and my cat just killed a lizard she’s eating it I’m trying to still believe that she’s human. these pants are pretty impractical.

last night none of the lights would work and I couldn’t figure out which room was mine so I decided to just sleep on the couch but when I woke up I was in MY bedroom that my dad sent me pictures of months ago and I was in MY bed from my dads old house and my dad definitely doesn’t get back for a couple days…
conclusively I’m a better sleepwalker than when I’m functioning fully consciously or I have radar powers I didn’t know about or I have such a good relationship w my bed that it calls to me in the night…
good morning Florida. I want to drink all of your coffee.

when your mom drunk dials you and you manage to annoy her so much that she hangs up.

this bitch.