Wax is fun.

I enjoy playing with candle wax. 
Always have.

I generally do it more when I'm intoxicated* than when sober.  I think I need to stop it.  Tonight I totally spilled wax all over my favorite pair of fat pants and I killed a candle (fucked up the wax to wick ratio).  

This sucks.  I really like these pants.

I'm bored.  I should go to bed.  I fucking slept until noon though.
There goes the 1.30a train. 
I'M BORED!

What the fuck, I have tons of shit to do I'm just being lazy.  I think I'm going to go to bed.  Or write out lists.  I really do enjoy lists.  I don't get it.  The only people I've known who really enjoy lists are totally OCD types.  I'm not, at all.  But I love 'em.

Oh well.

I need to google how to get wax out of clothing.

*Generally stoned I think because I think if I tried playing with candles/wax while drunk I'd probably just catch myself on fire.