Basically what I was trying to say in my last post was that it’s completely up to you to make your life meaningful or not.
I’m lying in bed half buzzed watching a documentary about Egypt on Netflix. I just got home. It’s 1:23 am. I’m eating a hot dog.
Well, I’m actually eating two hot dogs but without the bread. I figured if I just eat the meat than it’s not a real hot dog.
Whom ever I end up with in this life has to love watching documentaries at all times of night. If not a documentary, than a kung fu flick.
I made out with my ex tonight. He’s just so damn adorable, I can’t help it. I also sang karaoke and danced like a bohemian. Now I’m lying in bed watching a documentary about Egypt and eating hot dogs.
I can’t blog tonight. I’m a hot mess.