my underwear is on inside-out. i don’t care. samir and i will be hanging out in an hour for the first time since redparty. when we don’t talk or write for a few days samir calls and asks if we are still friends and fil will say hey samir, remember when we were friends? yeah, that was awesome.
being insecure is the funnest.
i pretty much hate everyone today equally. my throat is all closed-up. tonite i’m going to get wasted the not-drinking-during-the-week is temporarily on hiatus for tonite because I AM TURNING TO THE HOOCH because because BECAUSE!
i need to get slammed and shit-trash the world with my peeps.
shit-talking not slammed isn’t as effective or fun.
tara reid, eat your heart out.
