"I wanna talk to my friend. We haven't talked in days. Why won't she talk to me? She's so stupid. She hates me. I wanna still talk to her. I'll talk to friends on the internet. I'll talk to strangers on the internet. I wanna draw later. I wanna watch a movie. I miss my friend. What do I draw? Nevermind, I'll just talk to more strangers on the internet."
I just finished writing the most amazing paper every written on the subject of the infinite in the short fiction of Jorge Luis Borges, and now I'm busily avoiding the prospect of working on a paper about Odysseus as a literary archetype portrayed in succeeding epics. Such is the life of an English major.
After seeing the 50000th Christmas picture on the front page...
Why the fuck do people keep calling a certain red-berried spiky-leafed plant mistletoe? That's not mistletoe... It's holly. At least research the damn plant first so you won't look so damn stupid drawing people kissing underneath holly. How hard is it to Google it?
I'm extremely thirsty. I want more wine, but that wouldn't quench my thirst. But I also want to continue playing Black Ops 2, but I'm terribly tired. I also want to get another few chapters in of Fifty Shades of Grey.