The day after the last ever 1989 tour show in Melbourne I went to the beach and wrote a lot of things in the sand but the one that made me cry was writing “1989 era” and the waves came and washed it away
I’ve spent the last 3 hours on the couch whining about photoshop. Five minutes ago my husband says “I know how to use photoshop, we used to use it at work. It’s been about 5 years, but let me look at it."
I DIDN’T KNOW WHETHER TO LAUGH OR CRY. SO I DID BOTH. For real. He was like "Are you crying?”
PHOTOSHOP HAS MADE ME CRY. AND I HATE IT. and I hate my husband a little bit for letting me suffer for three hours.
Then he opens it up and proceeds to swap the faces on the two people.
By now I’m really used to kids asking me if I’m a mermaid or princess or whatever, but today I was at the store and a little boy ran up to me and gave me a huge hug. I was pretty confused but then his mom came up to me and said "He thinks you’re Raven from Teen Titans.“ (I have purple hair for those who don’t know) And I just. /sobs
this was my favorite piparoo ever. but i was drunk. and told tom and john and eric that we needed to smoke on grass so i didn’t drop it. We drank more wine. it was 6am. and we stood up to go outside to smoke. AND IT FELL OUT OF MY BRA ONTO THE GROUND AND DIED