Coffee rings everywhere, comfy slippers and adventure time frozen on the TV. The past eleven hours has been glorious and profound in weird fucking ways. Humour does not even exist what is it. Point at it for me. “Ït”is a thing that Elsa has to let go of. On the mountainside the snow is glowing white, there are no footprints that can be seen by her face, and the kingdom is one of isolation and oh my oh it looks like she’s the queen. Don’t let them in, she says, don’t let them see.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha we ate some pretty fucking wet pizza Will will tell you this thing we ate it.