January 2010
19 posts
Glorious weekend!
Blow up on Friday night was phenominal. Lily’s party in the sunset last night was a hundred times better. Spent the last two hours of the party talking to this guy named Robert, but he likes to go by bob. However, numbers were not exchanged. I think mostly because I’m old fashioned. It should be the man’s job in this equation to get my number. As I was speaking with an amazing,...
Jan 31st
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Listenhow can a 83 pound girl walk around with such...
Jan 29th
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Jan 27th
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Weird things
I said the weirdest things today while sitting in the office. I shall not repeat, because I’ve forgotten most of what I said. Sleep deprivation is no joke. I slept maybe four hours and I feel like my eyeballs are going to turn into raisins. (get it, their dried up! haha. I kill myself) I’m going to go to bed now. To fall asleep to the drunk meandering hos and bros of sutter street in...
Jan 27th
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Jan 24th
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i love nerds! →
Jan 21st
“drunk with the love of my friends!”
– Erica Laba
Jan 21st
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Jan 20th
how do you say no?
i just don’t know how to turn some guys away.{not meaning sexually} I mean, if a guy asks for my number and I’m not interested, I’ll give it to him anyways; because I don’t want to hurt his feelings! Also, how do some of my residents take my friendly behavior to some sort of flirtation? If I say hi to you when I pass you in the halls, it doesn’t mean I want to jump...
Jan 20th
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Law and Order
I started watching the USA network on tv with my father. Almost every commercial break, there is an AARP or Colonial Penn ad. If your not sure what that is, they are companies for life insurance (ages of 50-75 may apply.) Honestly, depressing commercials and secondly, what person that age watches law and order at 1:30 in the morning?
Jan 11th
Bitch.
My title has absolutely nothing to do with my post. I’m completely drained of all energy. 9 hours of driving from la to home and all that ever happens is more shit. My mother is wiped out, father complains, mother leaves, I cry, and then go to bed. It sounds like I’m in middle school or something; would you be surprised if I told you I’m legally an adult?
Jan 8th