So far this is Blizzard 2016:
|Jack's tongue is part of the appeal.|
Earlier I wished I was snowed in with someone but then I started posting wine selfies every hour on Facebook and got some laughs while probably also ruining my career. Also I haven't worn a bra for almost 48 hours and can fart whenever I want so basically I won the blizzard.
Added more whipped cream vodka to my Nutella hot chocolate. Can you microwave a drink with alcohol in it? Let's find out.
Well, nothing exploded so I guess you can. Unless I die later. I mean, like, sooner-later. I will die later, but hopefully like many-years-kinda-later.
I just showed Jack a video with meowing cats. He had no reaction. Goddammit, Jack.
There are so many pictures of snow and alcohol and pets and selfies on Facebook this weekend, yet I still think posting mine is somehow interesting. I'm convincing myself I'm just taking part in the community. The snowmunity. The communiblizzard. This is why people get pregnant during snowstorms.
#stripblizzard happen. I wonder if people are jealous of how creative I am.
Should I watch a movie? I don't have Netflix. I think I'm the only person left who doesn't have Netflix. Does that make me cool or a loser?
I don't think any of this is funny. Maybe I should just delete this whole thing.
There should be an online version of Cards Against Humanity. My cat won't play. Plus I don't have the cards.
I could masturbate right now. Or any time. Since I live by myself.
Don't drink and blog, kids. Or do. It's your life.