Occasionally turns into an obsessive band blog, and I can't control that.
I reblog whatever I feel like, so - as you can see, this isn't a pretty blog, but I like it.
I feel weird like I think I have to pee and I haven’t eaten in 17 hours but I’m too lazy to get out of bed because there are responsibilities out there that I am not yet ready for
Drunk dude: do you know which line to take to get in to the city?
Drunk dude: are you going in to the city?
Drunk dude: my mom says I gotta go on a diet, says the upper body is nice but the stomach's too big
Drunk dude: now you're hoping we won't get in the same wagon
Drunk dude: why?
Me: *decides to mess with this guy* it's the stomach
Drunk dude: I knew it, but I'm pregnant so
Me: you should get one of those shirts that says 'baby'
Drunk dude: I don't know where to get one
Me: in the mum department
Drunk dude: how do you know?
Me: what do you think
Drunk dude: *mumbles* but you're so young
Me: got the third one on the way *pats stomach*
Drunk dude: third?!
Drunk dude: then you must've wanted to
Drunk dude: just took the first guy that came along
Drunk dude: he can't be good looking
Drunk dude: *turns to the guy on the bench next to mine* d'you have a lighter?