Dana Rotten
January 2012
Someone wanna come over and hit me over the head with a frying pan so I can get some sleep?
It’s been two days…
To smoke a joint, or not to smoke a joint, that is the question
For whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous insomnia, or to take arms against a sleepless night. To smoke, to sleep. And by sleep we say to end the chronic fatigue and the thousand waking minutes that burning eyes are heir to, tis a consummation devoutly wished. To smoke, to sleep
I’m pretty impressed I got that far before forgetting what comes next.
Dear Boyfriend,
I think I’m being reasonable.
Realizing how ugly you used to be
ITS FRIDAY, FRIDAY!!!!
