Yikes, man. I had the strangest dream last night. Lot of spying, lot of avoiding, lot of girl, and lot of secrets. It was like my life was enhanced in some aspects, exaggerated in most, and made into a movie in my brain. It was fucked up and creepy and upsetting. I don’t know if I’m bothered by having woken up.
Just because I literally spent all day traveling yesterday, it’s totally fine with my dad that I sleep til 3. Any other day and he would have been like “you don’t do shit. Start looking for a job”.
I feel like Asa Akira came out of nowhere and instantly gained a large fan base.
Chyna looks gross. Why was she even invited?
I wish I had the party skills to coordinate an awards show.
So many thoughts right now.