Pub crawl (my first!) and running into Scottish Flogging Molly fans after the show with adorable accents at a jazz bar. What a delight. I was a vision in purple and leopard print, I can’t remember the last time I really got dolled up and had a night out with chill people. Pleasantly buzzed and whoa did I need it after the crap today, but srsly why so hard to get drunk, why. I miss my cat. It’s so hard to sleep without him purring next to me.
It’s cold but it was nice outside today.
Blah ok sleep time.
I basically just paid a dude a shit load of money to tell me I’m a poorly functioning, damaged adult.
NO WAY! You mean extreme trauma when young fucks up how you develop?!? IT EFFECTS HOW YOU INTERACT AND RELATE TO OTHERS/FORM RELATIONSHIPS? wow, blow my mind dude, and make me feel useless in the process.