I wrote a whole message to someone I want to talk to, but decided to delete it. I like to realize these moments because hopefully I’m saving myself from further embarassment.

He’s gone and I’m happy. Drinkin’ some Crown by myself and watching Daniel Tosh on Comedy Central. All is okay with the world.

Oh yeah, and my house looks good! 

I actually really enjoy cleaning my house (yes, my minuscule number of tumblr followers, THAT’S what I’ve chosen to do this Fri evening). I look forward to getting up tomorrow and seeing everything all clean and tidy… it gives me a sense of order and comfort.

And yet, I’ll still put off the dishes until tomorrow (my least favorite).

Savannah smells like a paper mill tonight. Funny, that usually occurs in the early morning… 

I’m scared to announce that he’s gone… it’s like I don’t wanna jinx it. I’m not excited about the situation; it’s too damn pathetic to get excited about. I’m hesitant to get comfortable, but I’m definitely trying to let some peace sink in.

I’ve got my house to myself. It’s time to get into repair mode.

procrastikate:

Hahaha

iamnotarockstar:

Indeed.

This is pretty neato.

fuckyeahpotions-master:

spacelionsgetscared:

oh fuck every time i see it i laugh so fucking hard. i have to reblog this every time. i can’t not reblog this

lOOK AT THE GUY IN THE BACKGROUND HE’S LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF