@jctwritesstuff: [Zombie Apocalypse]
Him: Pack your go-bag. No nonessentials.
Like 4 of his hoodies
800 thread count sheets
@jctwritesstuff: Me: I'm exhausted. Please just go to sleep.
Me: *almost asleep, drooling a little*
Brain: HOW WOULD YOU EVEN DANCE IF YOUR FEET ARE LOOSE
@jctwritesstuff: Judging from my reflection in the mirror this morning, I too should not be fed after midnight.
@jctwritesstuff: *rocks out at concert*
*holds up lighter*
*mass chaos, crying*
*one old guy high-fives me as I go down*
@jctwritesstuff: [First Date]
Me: So this has been great.
*moves in for a kiss*
Me: Jesus, a little handsy there.
Octopus: I can't... I can't help it.
@jctwritesstuff: Her: Can you babysit?
Me: Uh, what do I do?
H: Play games & stuff.
M: Like drinking games?
H: He's 2.
M: So like no hard liquor or...?
@jctwritesstuff: Me: I should tell him how I feel.
Vodka: Just be sweet about it.
Whiskey: Or yell it.
Tequila: MAKE SURE YOU CRY GUYS LOVE THAT
@jctwritesstuff: Moaning Myrtle haunting the bathroom but it's just me after eating Taco Bell.