Here's a quickie (JK, you know i don't do quick):
I will probably only be spending time in V and E chat now. Even if it's only by myself. The conversation is more fun and focused, and believe it or not there are fewer creeps.
I am going to Chicago tomorrow to see Booka Shade with my boyfriend and his best friends. We're all sharing a room, but don't even start thinking that thought, separate beds. I hope to wander around Michigan Ave. and treat myself to a birthday gift.
My birthday is on Saturday. Once upon a time many things were supposed to happen on that day. But the only things that will happen are internet/cable set up, dinner with my parents and Jason, and a night of debauchery and I can't think of anything better. So fuck you, Gary. Even though I'm okay with you now. You didn't ruin my birthday like you may or may not have wanted.
I'm painting our house. The living room color is bon voyage. The dining room color is fresh peaches. The door will be spray painted gold, or something equally as ridiculous.
One of my favorite people is moving back from Portland April 1 and sharing a flat with one of my other favorite people who's moving back from Philly. Summer of Awesome Part 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Still need a job. Still don't give a flying fuck.
So here's a summary: PARTY PARTY PARTY PAINT PARTY PARTY PARTY
let's see how few comments i get by saturday when i have internet access finally.
time to go buy beer for my favorite person i've ever thought about sleeping with. lates.
here's a picture from Lollapalooza. maybe it will get me comments. it's from the only drugs i ever sold in my life.
I will probably only be spending time in V and E chat now. Even if it's only by myself. The conversation is more fun and focused, and believe it or not there are fewer creeps.
I am going to Chicago tomorrow to see Booka Shade with my boyfriend and his best friends. We're all sharing a room, but don't even start thinking that thought, separate beds. I hope to wander around Michigan Ave. and treat myself to a birthday gift.
My birthday is on Saturday. Once upon a time many things were supposed to happen on that day. But the only things that will happen are internet/cable set up, dinner with my parents and Jason, and a night of debauchery and I can't think of anything better. So fuck you, Gary. Even though I'm okay with you now. You didn't ruin my birthday like you may or may not have wanted.
I'm painting our house. The living room color is bon voyage. The dining room color is fresh peaches. The door will be spray painted gold, or something equally as ridiculous.
One of my favorite people is moving back from Portland April 1 and sharing a flat with one of my other favorite people who's moving back from Philly. Summer of Awesome Part 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Still need a job. Still don't give a flying fuck.
So here's a summary: PARTY PARTY PARTY PAINT PARTY PARTY PARTY
let's see how few comments i get by saturday when i have internet access finally.
time to go buy beer for my favorite person i've ever thought about sleeping with. lates.
here's a picture from Lollapalooza. maybe it will get me comments. it's from the only drugs i ever sold in my life.
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