plans for the day
listen to scrambles, wear sequins, get belligerently whiskey/gin/beer drunk, have fun fun fun, yell at dad for taking t-bird away, eat lots of cake, get injured in a wheelchair, secretly throw up in bathroom, drink more, ??????, pass out (hopefully not until after mcdonalds breakfast).
today i am not going to cry or make out with anyone unless it’s at the same time and done solely for hilarity.
