Horse shit/weekend time

Today is going by so freakin slow. I'm so ready for 5 pm, aka nap time. Hellz yea.

I'm gonna party so hard this weekend. PARTY HARD EM-EFFER

LOLOLOL just kidding. I'm gonna be in bed eating foodz and watching the Netflix. I am 100% determined to finish season 9 of Supernatural this weekend. It will happen. Whilst I am laying in bed eating all the food and drinking all the alcohols.

Last night.

Last night, I literally was so unproductive. I feel like such a lazy sack of shit. Allow me to explain why:

I took a food coma nap on the couch around 9pm. Woke up still incredibly sleepy around 10:30pm. I went back to sleep on the couch for the rest of the night. Why? Because I didn't feel like walking all the way to my bed.

Lazy.

Sack.

OF.

SHIT.

So, yea. Tonight is probably going to be much more productive. I'm going to buy pantalooooons! *too much excitement* My bum caused my former pantaloons to rip. My bum betrayed me. Not even lying when I say I ripped at least 5 pairs of pants this year. That's gotta be some kind of world record or something. WHERE'S MY GOT DAMN TROPHY?

Jordan, if you're reading this. Dana called again. GO FUCK YOURSELF DANA. I hate him & his lady name. Hate.

Jordan?

Are  you there?
It's me, Shelby.
Shmelby
BYE.