drank it all to the last taste

I am drunk, and it is 1:37PM. This is a glorious day.

Also if today arrived the brown version of my famous blue corduroy jacket. It is brand new, like no one ever wore it, even though it is 30 years old. Oh. Magic.

I was just seeing a moment of the EMAs, and Maroon 5 won some award, yet they didn't thank me. Clearly they would have no album and no fame without me. I mean, it isn't Songs About Our Sorry Asses is it? Come on, bitches. Recognize.