1. At the thought of wearing my new underwear that I brought on Wednesday, I skipped down the hallway, and mentally went “YAAAAAAAAAAAY”
(Mentally, cos everyone’s still asleep here)

2. When I was in the shower, I had a rant, to myself, unspoken may I add, with arm gestures included about how I am in fact beautiful, and that being chubby doesn’t matter, kinda went like this…

“Yaknow what?! I don’t give a shit, like fuck what anyone says, cos I am well fit, even if I am fat, I AM BEAUTIFULLLLL NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAAAAYYYY WORDS WON’T BRING MEEEE DOWN”

I shit you not. I can’t even explain to you why.

3. I keep thinking weird shit to myself, like a little mental list of facebook status’, such as;
“I need to stop tanning so much, my face is starting to look like a gorillas foot” 

so yes. i’m strange, still drunk, and hungry. goodbye.