Does anybody wanna hang out with me? Skype? Eh?
I am pretty wastes. I came back from an awesome show. ‘Twas raaaaaaaad. Any bodies wanna talk to. Drink Karen? Text me yalllllll. I’ll skype ya if ya wanna. I wanna. You might not wanna or think ill find someone else to be drunk with, but I eking unlss you wanna talk to meea. I’ll be all alone wif nobody to be silly silly silly wraith. Mmmkay mmkay.
This is poetry.
YOU ADKWNOLDED ME ITS YER RESPONSIBILITY NOW. SKYPEY TIMEY
Here is a nice picture of my friend Sabrina dancing with a mannequin version of me at my bachelorette party.
I had a dream that John and Hank Green were touring with The Roots. The audio equipment store I work at transformed into a learning center that then transformed into an auditorium (and then into an outdoor arena.) I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open because who ever was singing had a really lovely voice and it was making me sleepy. Then when I finally opened my eyes John Green pointed to me and said “Keep doing that wacky cartoon art.” I spent the rest of the dream salsa/swing dancing with my little cousin Sabrina.