Everyone is off. Everyone's got paid. Everyone is having Bahama Mamas and Apple Pie (um, it's got everclear and it tastes exactly like apple pie...). And I have tonisilitis.

I HATE YOU UNIVERSE.

...

This was the story of me last weekend.
Now I'm just bloody tired.
And also? PMSing. No love, body. No love.

I dun care. I will be out and I will partake of Bahama Mamas by the pitcherful with Trouble and Sansa and my body can just deal with it and kill me later.

I cannot miss the End of Summer Awesomeness. I CAN'T. *emodramawhorsobbing*