my mutant power is sleeping. i can sleep anywhere, any time under nearly any circumstance. one hour flight to la? please. hung over in an airport in las vegas and only the floor is open? gurl. mid-day on a show floor in boston? no b.
impressive… most impressive. i know.
if i could do all the things from the comfort of a big, fluffy, white-sheet (high threadcount, please), high in the sky bed, i’d be one happy puppy.
realistically, everything is lame and should i decide to never leave my bed, i’d become as pillow-like as the very ones i recline on. so my dreams of dreaming away my life delicately splayed out on a massive cloudtop are dashed on the rocky shores that is life and as such, i am torturing myself with photos of me flouncing around in my natural habitat.
fuck you, universe.