love your friends. hate yourself.
went to the AA sale on the last possible day at the last possible hour and some chick totally crop dusted me by the shorts. sick.
hearin’ some mad gossip.
sass was stuck there all weekend long. thanks for the media hookup card (maybe you should be thanking me though)(KEEDING). line-skipped, coat/bag check skip, clothes already cheaped-out gift card for ‘em whoot. i picked up two dresses (one is more like a shirt on me as i’m an amazon) and dave got 5 t-shirts.
i haz the weakness.
but it wasn’t enough to hold us down.
can someone please tell me how it is that i get skinnier the more junk i eat? (anxiety) this goes against every single stupid diet rule i ever made. it must be the less drinking. (which evidently is too sad for me to blog about anymore pfft).
we were graced by the conversation of such a stupid twat. they did lemon drops and she goes STORY OF MY LIFE. that’s a nice story on a late sunday afternoon then. POT KETTLE BLACK OMG YOU GUYS! douche comment quotient on this thing has risen exponentially in the last week. have you tools ever heard of like, the weekend?
i don’t care how non-thrilling this news is to you. both flicks for 6.99 i almost fainted.
according to a fourteen year old girl. i can see some parent-influence in there (david cassidy). tory from mythbusters made the cut (though it’s cut off in the photo) but i don’t know who half these people are.
look what my brother did and didn’t even realize it either.
sliced right through the dart plastic.
this bar used to be in our family home. nice to see it still kickin’ around.
parrot fish rules.
re: that weed comment
I meant it in the most positive possible way, having grown to care about you from afar in the four or five years I have been reading your blog. Maybe I have developed ganjaphobic tendencies these last few years, having seen more than a few friends slowly lose themselves and succumb to boring stonerdom.
If it helps you think straight right now then smoke up my friend, just don’t wallow in marijuana-fogged misery like a lot of people do. Your blog is good as ever and I know you have had a hard time recently, but masking a problem with any substance does no one any good in the long run, least of all people with a history of depression. That was my point I suppose, I just made it in a gauche yet apparently quite effective way. Apologies. Last time I mention it.
I’m off examine why I have turned into a bitter old killjoy at 28. Cursed psychological backfire.
oh i’m fine and over it. it’s just funny to me being picked apart for every fucking thing i do, no matter what it is. exhausting, constant and apparently everyone’s a life coach now.
ugh i have a splitting headache.