Super energized stoned has hit and I'm working cleaning the bathroom into my schedule, I've been putting it off.
I'm also thinking after dinner, I'm going to tear this cherry cheesecake a new one.
Wouldn't it be scary shit if when a person became a zombie, the transformation caused them to grow wings?
I'm reaching the end of my bowl. Which is really depressing. I'm about to pump some hard and heavy tuneage to power me through cleaning the rest of the bathroom, and on a less chipper note, my DH is trying to start shit this motherfucking early in the morning, just to be a buzzkill.