Me whenever someone invites me to go nightclubbing.
Legitimately me right now.
I’m supposed to be going out for my friend Simon’s 20th birthday tonight, and I’m obviously going to go, but it’s such a burden on my life! I’m nice and cozy in my room with some pasta wearing comfortable clothes and an episode of The Wire all ready to play and get an early night before having to wake up at 8am tomorrow morning and be in Uni 9:30am - 6pm, after having less than 4 hours sleep last night. It is also very cold outside and I have to walk all the way to George St., which takes about 35 minutes, because I’m such a frugal bastard that I don’t even want to waste £1.30 on bus fare.
story of my life
Thank you, MJ! Hope all is well with you! —Obs/LPR
gpoy Friday night.
When the category for best original song came up, and he won, all I could think was oh my god Bret has an Oscar.
This is Jas and I almost every day. Not this Friday, though. Nope. This Friday we are going