Alright. Edward Fortyhands? Not such a great idea when you weigh a hundred and twenty pounds (although I feel like I weigh fourteen million right about now) apparently.
Slightly regretting the sheer amount of not-so-tasty tasty beverages I consumed last night. What didn't help?
My awesome landlord's wife made cupcakes. I don't have much of a sweet tooth, but they give me bottles of wine, random beer, random food, awesome crap all the time. It's like renting from your grandparents or something along those lines. They're just really sweet people and genuinely so.
So, my landlord comes by with a plate full of the yummiest looking cupcakes on this planet. I mean, sprinkles?! Sprinkles. Seriously, there were sprinkles. Anyone else would have peed all over themselves for these cupcakes, but how awesome I don't feel right now, coupled with the fact that I don't like sweets made my stomach go
I took one to be polite, but now I have this cupcake just sitting on my table. I wonder how long it will sit there before I remember to a. throw it out, b. give it to someone else, or c. wait and see how long it takes to turn into a rock.
What am I going to do with this cupcake?
Also, my newest tattoo are three kodamas on my right arm. I needed something to balance out the flower-monster thing I drew for my left.
"Is that.. Cloud and Aerith on your chest, almost kissing, with a banner held up by cait siths and moogles? What the hell, Ashlynn? Are those kodamas?"
I should probably leave my house sometime.
;D?
*Don't drink until you're twenty one. Unless you live somewhere other than the United States and it's legal. (Now I'm not condoning anything.)
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