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HIS SHIRT.
OH MY GOD
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If you are one of the 3 people that reads this, you will like this story.
In fact, stories like this are probably the only reason you’re still hanging on.
The weather is supremely damp and humid today, meaning I’ve had a sinus headache all day long. The only thing that improves my sinus headaches is hardcore caffeine, which makes me feel even crappier once it wears off, but makes me feel so, so good when it is in action.
Several liters of Irn Bru later (Irn Bru is this fucking unreal Scottish soda that consists of sugar, caffeine, and crack. It makes Mountain Dew look like breast milk), it is 6pm and I am dancing around on my bed with my shirt tied around my head and singing quite loudly to **. This activity goes on for two whole hours, because I am so pumped and it is so, so good. About five minutes ago (at 8pm), I took a second to step off of my bed and stop dancing. At this very moment, I vomited all over myself. I mean, aaaaaaaaall over. The sequence of events was like pogo->pogo->pogo->breath->puke. My clothes are now in the sink, because I’m a fucking dick that vomited all over herself.
At first, I thought this was retarded. I now realize this was not the work of a retard. It was, however, a very Charlie move.
Happy Monday!
**Can you name the unnamed artist? I think you can, CAROLINE UMHOEFER. I think you can. Give it a try, and maybe I’ll mail you the thing I told you I’d mail you two weeks ago because I am literally too lazy to go to the fucking post office.
I had to wear boxers instead of girl underwear today because I wasn’t able to do all of my laundry last night.* I must say, it was quite comfortable! People looked at me curiously because my boxers were sticking out—I even had the white boy butt thing, with that patch of fabric pitching a tent where my ass should be. I think I’m going to try this out again sometime. *I was unable to do the load of laundry involving my underwear because, rather unexpectedly, I had to wash my blanket. Don’t watch this week’s It’s Always Sunny with a bowl full of Coco Pops, because you WILL spit them out all over yourself. Twice. I should’ve had a milksteak, boiled over hard, and your finest jellybeans, raw.
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I love Charlie because he’s not garden-variety creepy: he’s like a hobo alien, sitting in his hole of an apartment blowing smoke into his hornet box.
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