Basically I love films.
I had a dream last night that I got stung by a wasp on both of my thumbs. The stinger came off and was in my skin and I had to pull it out. And then today while I was driving a yellow jacket flew into my car and I killed it with a pack of cigarettes.
My dog is having an anxiety attack. I have no idea what to do.
My fucking 8 year old brother will not stop spouting religious bullshit at me. He just spent 10 minutes telling me how everyone on earth is related cause we all came from Adam and Eve. Fucking hell.
I’m currently about to fall asleep on a mattress with no sheet, wearing jeans and my sneakers, using my backpack as a pillow. I feel strangely comfortable. And slightly homeless.