'My magic brings Hermione Granger to the yard and she's like, it's Levi-OSA.'

Yeah. I laughed at a facebook group. That's sensationally poor. Idk what's wrong with me. Last night I went out, and got kicked out - apparently. This being after I'd thrown up in the toilets, sung a Glee version of Don't Stop Believin' and then passed out at the bar. Honestly, I was so fucked. It's been such a long time since I was drunk enough to remember nothing for a period of about 3 hours. It's like I was date-raped. Maybe I was. That'd cheer me up. Nothing like a nice ass-pounding to clear the cobwebs. Not that there are any cobwebs.

On a lighter note: I am still alive. However begrudgingly.