This weekend wasn't very eventful.
Friday obviously I did nothing because I would have gotten washed away by all the rain. Well actually, I did pick off all of my acrylic nails. My hands look so tiny now without them. Pretty sad when that's the highlight of your Friday night.
I got stuck watching Jeff the Jagoff's dog all day yesterday. I've seriously had it with that kid. We had his fucking dog all Friday evening till yesterday around 5pm, and he wasn't even going to come get it then. I called his girlfriend's cell and made him come get the dog because he shat gigantic turds everywhere and there was no way I was going to pick them up. Then Jeff hung out for a while for whatever reason, and I told him I'd have to kick him out in a bit when Brian got there, since Marisa was going out too. When Brian got there, Jeff was in the midst of a cigarette so he said he'd leave as soon as he finished it. I left and went to Brian's. Several hours later when Marisa got back, Jeff was still there and he had finished off all the Corona. I FUCKING HATE SQUATTERS!!!!
Anyway.
I spent the night at Brian's last night, as usual. And also as usual, it was fabulous!
Goldschlager tastes like Christmas.
I watched Lost in Translation today when I got home. My mom had said it was kind of boring, so I wasn't really expecting to care for it too much, since she and I usually have similar taste in movies. But to my surprise, I did like it. Probably because I saw a lot of myself in Scarlett Johanssen's character--the way she felt around other people, being called an "indie snob" by her signifcant other, and just a general sense of directionlessness. (Is that even a word?)The whole movie itself was a great metaphor. Oh dear. Am I sounding like an indie snob? Haha. (You know I love you)
I guess that's all.
Love,
Jess
PS. I am broke. Send me money.
Friday obviously I did nothing because I would have gotten washed away by all the rain. Well actually, I did pick off all of my acrylic nails. My hands look so tiny now without them. Pretty sad when that's the highlight of your Friday night.
I got stuck watching Jeff the Jagoff's dog all day yesterday. I've seriously had it with that kid. We had his fucking dog all Friday evening till yesterday around 5pm, and he wasn't even going to come get it then. I called his girlfriend's cell and made him come get the dog because he shat gigantic turds everywhere and there was no way I was going to pick them up. Then Jeff hung out for a while for whatever reason, and I told him I'd have to kick him out in a bit when Brian got there, since Marisa was going out too. When Brian got there, Jeff was in the midst of a cigarette so he said he'd leave as soon as he finished it. I left and went to Brian's. Several hours later when Marisa got back, Jeff was still there and he had finished off all the Corona. I FUCKING HATE SQUATTERS!!!!
Anyway.
I spent the night at Brian's last night, as usual. And also as usual, it was fabulous!
Goldschlager tastes like Christmas.
I watched Lost in Translation today when I got home. My mom had said it was kind of boring, so I wasn't really expecting to care for it too much, since she and I usually have similar taste in movies. But to my surprise, I did like it. Probably because I saw a lot of myself in Scarlett Johanssen's character--the way she felt around other people, being called an "indie snob" by her signifcant other, and just a general sense of directionlessness. (Is that even a word?)The whole movie itself was a great metaphor. Oh dear. Am I sounding like an indie snob? Haha. (You know I love you)
I guess that's all.
Love,
Jess
PS. I am broke. Send me money.