18 more days until summer is over.

To all of you who view this event as a sad thing, shuddup.

Everyone knows that spring and autumn are better than summer. Because of it not being balls hot outside. Plus, you’re dumb.

Neener.

And for the record, everyone who is not Dave sucks at giving me feedback on the whole “I’m going to print a book of photos. Which ones should I pick?” front. I asked the Royal family of Lippincottonia and they gave me a bit of feedback, too. But everyone else is fired.

Clean out your cubbies.

And I still have no idea what to print in my book. Deadline is coming up kids. This is why I need a personal assistant. That and typing this post everyday would be way easier if I just had to scribble random shit on Post-it notes and hand them to someone else to type up into a semi-coherent ramble.

Yesterday was a hot mess of running around and giving people money. So much money. I did pre-order my lenses for the Roller Derby game on Saturday, though. I’m renting a couple of new lenses to play with. If I like them, I’m going to eventually purchase them. Maybe.

And I paid for my Goldilocks notebook, but I’ll tell you all about that when it gets here.

And I paid my bills. Which is the dumbest part of my life. Aside from having to bathe myself, that is.

And I finally got to buy groceries. I stocked up on peanut butter, mostly. And I got some chocolate mini cupcakes. Because I am a responsible adult who pays his bills and does a shitload of exercises every morning before he has coffee. I can eat mini cupcakes if I want to. So, fuck you for judging me and my cupcakes. You can’t have any.

Feisty? Me?! Nah. Just awake and about to sweat to the oldies.

After that, I’ve got a check up with my doc and then work. After that, who knows?

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC