Are you having Erica with drawl shakes? Trouble concentrating? Do you toss and turn all night long never finding that deep desirable slumber? Me too. Only not the Erica with drawl thing... because... that's me...
ANYWAY.
I've decided I need a laptop.
And the internetzez at my house.
Somewhere between 4-7 glasses of bourbon and my nightly half ambien, my mind travels to glorious places and suddenly I have the funniest thoughts to morph into one hysterical blog.
Only it never makes it on here.
Why? Because I get distracted with overwhelming amounts of work. And that sucks all the fun out of my soul. And I get interrupted like, allthefuckingtime.
So, Santa...
I've been naughty in a really good way all year long. Can I please have a laptop and a year worth of Internet bills pre-paid? And a new phone. Because mine broke on Friday. Aaaaand the mustard volcom purse.
And the karma necklace.
and maaaaaybe a new camera, because the one I currently own is so old I'm fairly certain it was a handme down from God.
And then some new shoes!
OK-I'M-DONE-AMEN.
Speaking of the holidays, bottle orders have spiked and I've been super busy huffing spray paint in my garage, creating super cute gifts completely high off my ass. It's been tits.
Insert desperate ploy for more orders here: TELL YOUR FRIENDS! http://botbinc.blogspot.com/ :) WOOT.
