There were people camped out in the elevator with a table full of cupcakes (chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry), chocolate glaze, bowls of condoms, and nifty little fact sheets about valentines day. For free, no limit. I had like, five of them. My head hurts a little less now (I probably should have eaten more than just a biscuit today), which is nice.
They did not make me any less hateful, though.
my last word will probably be either “whoops” or “shit”
Oh fuck everything this show this SHOW
I am so fucking unnerved right now
Fucking Hannibal and...