I came home from shopping (and touring my old childhood haunts) with Seri* a little while ago to find that Chooch had made me a paper zombie doll and a little note that said “I <3 u Mom.”
And then he made Henry’s tombstone.
Apparently, Henry died from putting on an electric party hat, which blasted off his glasses and the bottom half of his face. What a way to go.
I am so exhausted you guys. I really want to just lay down and listen to the new Circa Survive album all night, but I have all these things that I need to work on and plan out and for what? It’s not like it’s my job, but then Henry randomly went out and bought new supplies and said, “Hey, look. I want to make those pendants again.” (Yeah. Remember that pendant bullshit?) So now instead of resting like I really should be doing because my body is screaming, “HELLO, IT FEELS LIKE YOU HAVE MONO AGAIN, DUMMY. HOW ABOUT POPPING A FUCKING SQUAT FOR THE NIGHT?” all I can think about is getting together all the pictures I want to use for new pendants.
So, I guess I will just rest when I’m dead.
But I am still going to listen to Circa Survive all night, too. FYI.
(*Seri told me today in the car that she likes Pierce the Veil now and asked me to bring their CDs over when
we she makes paper lanterns for the pie party. She can be my best friend now.)