because the pool table is crooked and you’re cock-eyed”
it is normal to cry and sing along to tina turner when you get your heart broken.
it is not normal, however, to consume three pounds of mini corn dogs within a period of one week.
vi was concerned about my mental health so
she kidnapped me for a weekend of adventures in bad karaoke,
british cover bands and booty shakin’ old school hiphop
to remind me
1. music was my first love
2. “who gives a crap about how talented you are when your personality sucks ass.”
thanks babe. i really needed that. here, i made you art.
currently listening to:
*shakes teh booty*