I repeat, NO PATTERN.

[via text]
me: Lydia made this dress out of bed sheets with no pattern. TOTALLY LIBBY ANGRY.
Libby: UGH WHAT. Yo, she actually needs to be assassinated.

OH YEAH I DID THAT

8:40 PM: just showered, sitting at my desk in a towel, cruising the Tumblrsphere and enjoying Noah and the Whale's new album.

8:45 PM: Suddenly realize "OH SHIT I HAVE REDBOX MOVIES DUE AT 9"

8:46 PM: Run to room. Sweatpants! Bra? No time! Tank top! Hoodie! Glasses! GRAB THE MOVIES!

8:47 PM: Hop in car. Drive. Maintain fast but still legal speed. Red light? Damn!

8:52 PM: Run into Giant. Return movies.

8:53 PM: Walk back to my car like a motherfucking gangster.

All this to avoid two dollars of late fees.