February 2012
Haven't slept. Going to sleep forever.
Then we’ll be back on air with our regular scheduled programming.
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REALLY GUYS?
My awesome M.I.A. post gets no notes but Alex Sorrell’s random ass text about Rio Grande gets seven??!
“But it’s Rio Grande and we all relate to that!” Go watch Dane Cook if you want some humor to relate to. We do high brow here.
I obviously need a new demographic. I am ashamed.
I’m just going to tell her to make a tumblr and redirect all of you there.
...
“Someone behind me ordered a steak and salad and I almost shattered my salsa bowl...”
– Alex talking about Rio Grande.
The only thing worse than smoking Marlboro Lights,
ghost-in-a-machine:
nightmaresofsocrates:
is smoking old Marlboro Lights.
Dock tonight. Gonna get dressed up. Guys, pre gaming?
Lemmmme know.
Yeah Meagan and CJ are pre gaming at Meagan’s, and I am heading over there after my exam. And old Marlboro lights sounds worse than old L&M’s :P
old Marlboro lights are just the worst ever. Out of anything. In the entire whole world.
But...
The only thing worse than smoking Marlboro Lights,
is smoking old Marlboro Lights.
Dock tonight. Gonna get dressed up. Guys, pre gaming?
Lemmmme know.
I have a boyfriend.
When I go to where he lives, I always feel better. The company is always the best. Everything is so relaxed. We have amazing times, and the best part is always laying down next to him at night, holding him close and knowing I’m safe in bed with him.
His name is boyfriend pillow, and he happens to be Cyndi’s suede body pillow I cuddle with.
I think I’m going to ask him to be...
A good third into this book.
I absolutely love it.
Spent the whole entire day at Cyndi’s with her, Sam and Tyler. Just hung out and all laid around being sick and unhappy, haha. But it’s been nice.
Reading now, listening to bright eyes and margot. Sleep, wake up, home, hopefully sleep more. Hang. Yup yup yup.
I’m content. But a couple things really feel like they’re missing.
Cyndi and I are...
“Tell Jake and that faggot Sarah to write me.”
– From the first letter Meagan received from Dillon since he left for boot camp.
We're all sick.
I woke up in pain, Sam woke up sick, Rosey is sick and about to go to the doctor’s. Tyler just left to get a tooth pulled and is going to come back in horrible pain.
Cyndi just left, so we’re all laying around the house being pathetic and miserable.
This is why I really really miss having roommates. Even if it means sharing every illness.
Modest Mouse, Occupy book, Cyndi's bed, texting...
I’d call it a good Tuesday.
Meagan is a saint.
Meagan: I am always mean to doctors. Because like, I KNOW they are trying to help, BUT, like, they are the ones who inform me I am sick. Thus I feel it is partially their fault.
Me: That's why we should fire all doctors. Then no one would be sick.
Meagan: That is exactly how that works.
Me: We're so smart. I bet we win a nobel peace prize.
Meagan: I win one every year. I just don't like to brag, so I decline.
Me: D'aw. you are so sweet. You should win one for just that.
Meagan: They offered. Still said no.
“Call Kenny Loggins, because you’re in the danger-zone.”
– Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)
Just when I get so excited for the next few days.
This fever/ear infection/throat infection/period swoops in and kicks me on my ass.
I’ve been refusing to go to a doctor.
I have to go to a doctor.
Hfdstyhhssfjkkdfkkzsdu.
AND CJ JUST SHOWED UP WITH TWO TWELVE PACKS OF...
Along with the almost two cases we already had.
Is this heaven?
Jake is wearing a plaid flannel hoodie, a white...
And he bought and surprised me with Occupy: Scenes from Occupied America.
We went to the Contemporary Arts Center and made crowns and beards and art.
We have an excess of beer.
Tomorrow I’m going to lunch and shopping with Dillon’s mom with Meagan. Then Cyndi is off Wednesday so probably staying with her Tuesday night and hanging all Wednesday. Zen’s with Alyssa and Emma...
My glasses.
Kaskey: Not my fault Obama came in and the 1% won't pay for real glasses for you. Damn affirmative action.
Me: THEY'RE REAL.
Keep hearing stories about my life that never...
People are creative. People are bored. People are looking for an excuse.
Trust fucking no one. Literally.
Pathetic. Nothing short of it.
“I have a hershey kisses and you. This is what I have.”
– Texts from friends on drugs.
There is a case of beer here and I'm not drinking...
I am definitely sick.
