Party hardy.

It’s weekend times.

Think I’ma help a future roommate move some stuff in, have a phone date with my dearest Jill, do some dishwashing karaoke and beat the fucking messy kitchen DOWN, cuddle with my boy, boss around a bunch of actors, relax on a dock lakeside, see my family and cousins, and sleep somewhere in between.

It’s gonna be a good one.

swish fulfillment

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. the feeling of delicate luck after casually tossing something across the room and hitting your target so crisply and perfectly that you feel no desire to even attempt another shot, which is a more compelling argument for the concept of monogamous love than anything sung to a guitar.