“I know you are excited to go to the party. You enjoy getting dressed up and drinking good wine and making conversation with all our friends, many of whom we have not seen for a long time. They are great people, one and all. They are, without exception, terrific, and I am proud to consider them my friends. At the same time, I do not need to see any of them ever again.”—Please Can We Not Go to the Party?, Michael Ian Black (via warmgun)
so many decisions, so little money. need to get my mind set on the idea of “responsible spending”, not “paycheck to paycheck.” all i want to do is jet set and get away from this town until i never have to call it home again. i’m perpetually jealous of those who now have this ability and aren’t taking advantage of it-save yourselves.
christmas is saturday, behind on all my “presents.” new year’s is next weekend, aka my favorite holiday/time of year EVER. where to go, what to do, if i should stay, if i should go. how important is eating anyways…
trying to formulate proper thoughts but all i can feel my mind racing to is the end of each day, the ability to crawl back into the comforts of my sheets and hide from the sterile routine.