Holy sweat falling off a monkey in heat, I am hungover.
I actually don’t even think I would call this hungover, this is … I don’t know. I’m so fucking hungover I can’t even think of something witty to say.
I got nothing. For reals though, the birthday wishes were just off the wall awesome sauce – thanks so so so much nerds for making this HANDS DOWN the best birthday everrrrrrrrr.
Dude, why is it that all my brain wants to do right now is flash me images of drinking? That’s so horrible, brain. Stop it!!! Stop it!!! Or I’ll kill you!!!!!!!!