planning, onomotopoetically.

I’m really inordinately happy about it being Friday night, like let’s have a goddamn party muthaf***ers happy.

This is the first weekend since The Big Event that I have felt fully recovered, like I can actually enjoy the weekend, rather than use it as a desperately needed chance to catch up on sleep. And I want to party!

What I’d really like to do is go cd shopping, then get some nasty-ass chinese take-out, come home and dance around like a goombah to all the awesome new tunes whilst slurping noodles and mauing on fried egg rolls.

Doesn’t that sound like fun? Like the only good, honest, and appropriate thing to do?

mau mau mau mau mau.

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