Thank you so much for all the nice wishes, everyone! Best of luck to all of you, too. <3
… On second thought? I’m going to find you. Don’t… Go anywhere.
Make up your miiiiind. I’m not going anywhere.
I’ll take you home. Come find me. Watch your step, you were swaying on your bar stool last I saw you.
And Bilvy? There’s texting for a reason. You don’t hold your liquor any better than you used to. Should put a lock on your tumblr, something like that.
I’m perfectly fine. Or I would be, if the floor would stop moving.
You know, Gabe.
That anon’s right.
We should go home and test that theory.
It’s my birthday and I want to fuck my husband.
You’re doing it wrong, man.
You’re not supposed to admit it’s deliberate.
You’re supposed to be like “Ah, fuck, I was so busy with my super busy work schedule and recording this super impressive album that’s gonna save the world and cure AIDs and being a parent and I really try to keep up with stuff it’s just sooOOoo hard.”
Doing it wrong!
We’ll just say that’s what I posted, then.
Ah… honestly, I never considered that. It’s not what I think at all, and if I’ve ever given that impression I’m really, truly sorry - it’s just not the case. I get sidetracked a lot, and honestly, I forget to blog half the time. Sometimes I don’t know what to post, and sometimes I don’t even remember that this blog exists. I’m a forgetful person. It happens. I don’t mean to offend at all.
Y’all are awesome. Coolest people I know. Don’t think I don’t believe that.
Whoa, I missed a lot of shit.
This is why I should log in more than twice a week.
Imaginary doesn’t mean nonexistent!
I.. can’t tell you right now. I’ll tell you when you come home. Which should be now.
As soon as I can, I promise.
Speaking of which, Courtney’s sending me evil little looks every time I look at my phone, so she might steal it soon. Fair warning.