Don’t panic.
But I think I broke time.
For real. Like shattered it all to hell.
It has been five minutes to midnight forEVER. Usually, when I’m farting around imgur, I look up and it’s been way too fucking long. Tonight for some reason, I’ve been surfing for hours in the span of 5 minutes. I don’t know, maybe I’m losing my mind, or hanging out at the edge of a black hole.
Lots has been on my mind, and I write it out and delete, write it out and delete, write it out and delete.
I should have picked the gif where the hamster falls all over itself.
I have been doing things and taking pictures of said things.
Like, I bought a vintage camera case:
I wish it was leather. I have no idea what I’m going to do with it, but it’s pretty.
I’m making a toy wiener dog for the kids as per their request:
There. Done.
It will make more sense when it’s actually done. Trust me.
I made cupcakes and overfilled them so I nibbled all the overhang off of the cupcakes before I iced them because I’m an asshole and I really like that crunchy edge part of the cake and run on sentences.
I made these two for the babysitter. They were the only two not nibbled. You’re welcome, Jennifer.
I feel like I’m doing everything I’m supposed to do, nothing that I want to do and failing miserably at everything. I feel like a ghost, going through the motions of my life. Waiting to fade away completely.
I have probably been watching too much Ghost Adventures.
Sweet dreams.
