I need to fold my clothes, drink more water.
I can't imagine wearing anything but plain vnecks with rolledup sleeves.
Tomorrow I hope it rains again. Rain nullifies guilty feelings for me if I want to curlup in the electric blanket, read all day, and drink tea in bed.
passion pit just played on my playlist. I just haven't found an album that has made them irrelevant yet. I like them, even if -seems like- pashypit is becoming an acute soundtrack to consumerism.
Try to remember, while thinking about everything, don't forget to be where you are now.
1:18 makes evrybdy totally fucking happy.