dominic_banks (dominic_banks) wrote in carpediem_net, @ 2015-09-08 20:42:00 |
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Type: Journal Post
Date: Evening, September 8th, after the pillowsplosion.
WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK. Oh my god, our room now looks like pigeons popped some molly, then proceeded to have a dance party all over the fucking place.
I'm literally covered in every feather there ever has been.
It's like a pillow fight happened, except it wasn't sexy, it wasn't in underwear, and there were NO women involved. Just massacring precious sleeping instruments, and disrupting my me time.
All because Jackson had to pick now to have his most recent mental breakdown.