My uncle from Maryland just moved to San Diego and is crashing at my moms. He already asked if he could drink beer in my car. I think we’ll get along just fine.
Each man’s hell is in a different place:
mine is just up and behind
my ruined face.
Not mention the 2 hours I spent cleaning, especially in the bathroom and it goes unnoticed. So, yeah, fuck off.
Spend 1.5 hours working on a flyer. Forget to save and photoshop crashes. Excuse me while I go punch myself in the face, repeatedly. All while I’m being begged for money and use of my car. I think the motto today is “everyone can go fuck themselves”, and by everyone I mean one person. And photoshop.
Cleaning means sitting down every 5 minutes to check twitter, tumblr, Instagram, facebook and text messages, right? I’ll blame Joy Division.