Ghost Pops Before Bed Time

Help, internet, I'm busy and tired. I have lots of freelance work to do, my social life appears to be trying to make up for my entire adolescence all at once, and I'm having a really hard time staying awake for a normal number of hours per day. Apparently 9pm isn't bed time? I don't know. Stop telling me what to do. You're not the boss of me.

I'm sorry. Tired makes me sulky. It all feels rather too much like my days slumped over my desk in the library last year.

It's getting wintery, which is my current excuse for eating all the snacks all of the time, to the extent that even Dave, my buddy in low-blood-sugar-avoidance, laughs at my daily snack bag for work. Contrary to what he tells you, I am not eating 30 dried apricots a day. Firstly, I can't afford to eat 30 dried apricots a day, and secondly, it's not even properly winter yet. (Check back next month.)

But anyway, I have been doing some things. Here are some of those things.

I went to a genderfuckery party.

I have no idea what's going on here, but by the look on Ro's face, it's something scandalous.

We are manly heterosexual men and that makes us... confused?

I went to a recording of a podcast and ate all their chips while they were talking. I didn't know Ghost Pops were vegan, but fellow vegan Chris ate one and the vegan police didn't come for him, so I figured it was safe to eat, um, all the others. The chips, not the people. That's definitely not vegan.

I might not be invited back. (Source)

I have been playing yellow car. (You're always playing yellow car.)

I read The Shining Girls. It took me weeks because it was dark and scary and I couldn't read it on my own at night.

Safety in numbers.

I saw Jersey Boys, which you should see if you like (a) musicals, (b) feelings, (c) quite convincing American accents, and/or (d) my friend Camron, the saxophonist in the middle.

(Source)

 I went to the Vaal and played 30 Seconds with nice people.

"It's a ski-ing resort. No, wait, that can't be right." (It was the Champs Élysées.)

We call this photo "The Patriarchy".

I have wholeheartedly embraced my love of adorable boyband One Direction. They sing about girls but they hug only one another, and they are just PRECIOUS. It's spiralled out of control and now I know their names and I have a favourite and my housemates and I sing along in the kitchen and help how did this happen and why am I taking life advice from children?

Yes, 1D, I would like to live while I'm young. But now it is well past my bed time and I have nothing funny or interesting to say. I also fear that this is a state I will be in for a while, what with the working and the freelancing and the trying to do other things as well.

So if you would like to give me a job I can do in the day time but which also comes with a salary, let me know. If not, here is a much funnier and more interesting Allie to keep you entertained while I'm gone.