Nothing says “FRIDAY!” like the end of Captain EO. Because the week is all like “SEND IN MY TROOPS” and you’re all like “HURRY UP AND FIX IT, HOOTER” and then the week just starts whipping you and you’re all ugh but then Friday is like the butterfly gremlin tying the whips together and you start dancing with the week instead of fighting it and then you’re like “RAINBOW BLAST TO THE FACE, THIS WEEK” and then the weekend starts and you’re all like “YOU’RE JUST ANOTHER PART OF ME, WEEK. EEE EEE.”
Am I wrong?
Susan Cain, Quiet (via sixteen-sixty-six)
THANK YOU THIS IS THE BEST DESCRIPTION OF ME
See, See Rider \ Ella Fitzgerald \ These Are The Blues
Unironic hippie on the muni
It’s 5 am, and you’ve been dancing practically nonstop since 10 pm. The air is hot, humid, and incredibly stale with 7-hour-old stench from 300 sweaty dancers. The floor is sticky from spilled beer…