Hoodie Mood

Fuck bad day. This is going to be a bad fuck­ing week. The only sav­ing grace is that I can come home and hang out with Trolley every day.

Maybe I’m just in a bad mood because of lack of sleep. I can’t think straight, I can’t con­cen­trate, I can’t remem­ber things, I can’t do shit. Can’t get my fuck­ing freez­er moved. It’s rain­ing and I just washed these pants. Remembered my dry­wall put­ty in my 16th floor room when I stepped out­side on the cement. Couldn’t find pics for a post on the drool mate­r­i­al over at Tristan. Where did my red­head of choice in the pin-striped suit go? Have to com­plete­ly clean the old apart­ment after work. It’s time for some In Utero. I could real­ly go for some super sweet, super creamy, real cof­fee right now.

It’s a hood­ie day. An over­sized BR hood­ie day.

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