run ons and [fragments]

Was hell bent on ending the month on a good note, but decided to start the year tomorrow instead. Even with this, I always get away with procrastinating. At the back of my mind, I know someday it's gonna catch up with me and give me a good slap. Still, I'd rather be lazy than worry about that.

February seems promising, and I may be up a blind alley for all I care – nothing’s gonna stop me from jumping (imagine me doing flea hops while I write this, in midfuckingair).

Meanwhile, I still have a good 4 hours til tomorrow. Allow me the absolute joy of indolence (accompanied by a dozen dark ferrero chocolates, a pack of roadhouse bbq piattos, and Joshua Radin singing Only You).