Four Hundred & Ninety One
Theme: Comfort.
I'm having one of those days where all I want to do is sit in my pj's, eat shit and have an Emile Hirschathon. Unfortunately I find myself doing the complete opposite. I'm wearing the same tights as yesterday (which is still one big bloody rash by the way) and I'm being dragged to a work dinner where I am surrounded by certain people that I cannot stand. I've had a crying spell for no damn reason! I had such an awesome day with Steve yesterday I just wish today didn't follow. I know why I feel so fucking miserable. Aunt Irma. I hate knowing there's some of my favourite Ben and Jerry's ice cream (phish food) in the freezer. I swear, if I'm ever depressed, just bring me that shit and something related to Emile and all is well and fucking good!
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