i am not fancy enough to go with fil to look at the new place. it’s cos i have a staple in my lip, he thinks it will fuck everything up. it probably would and i would probably say the wrong thing and wear the wrong thing and scowl and show up with twigs and leaves in my hair and puke on my collar, right? yep. it’s a very yuppie-type place we’re gunning for so i should probably wait in the car, down the street…. five blocks over, or just stay home and eat mud.
on another note, i puked myself awesome last nite! YES! ME!
also, i am tired of looking like i just came back from a botox party.
samir was in a motorcycle accident. go laugh at him.
