Cinco De Mayo is best celebrated alone. In your furniture-less apartment. While listening to radiohead's "creep" on repeat. While crying. Naked. While misspelling "mayonnaise" in the illustration of the occuring events.

I'll give you 3 guesses as to how I spent my Cinco fucking De Mayo.

My life is a joke.

On a more terrible-life-denying note, where on earth did I get that SMASHING sombrero!? The mustache is clearly homegrown, but that sombrero!? Forget about it!! And "ole"?! Since when did I learn Spanish?! Go me!

(posted from my iPhone. WHAT A NERD!)