Ooo! Pinterest! I need to remember to get six pounds of beeswax the next time I'm at the beeswax store.
Is there a beeswax store? There should be.
I AM GOING TO MAKE SOUP!!
I don't really have any soup-making stuffs. Meh. I'm too lazy to put pants on anyhow. But I think I should get some stuff to make soup tomorrow. Or maybe grilled cheese.
The hell is that noise?!? Prowlers. Burglars and prowlers. Thousands of them. I'd better investigate...
I wonder what happened to that kid from that show, "Webster."
HAAAAH! That sounds weird.
What the hell, Youtube? How did I end up at a booty-pop tutorial?
I am totally gonna learn how to booty-pop. I will break it out at family gatherings. My mom will be all "oh, how are you, dear," and I'll be all *BAP BAP BAP*. Then I'll eat all the fucking coleslaw.
I AM GOING TO MAKE COLESLAW!!"
And that is what insomnia does. Ahthankyou.