A little concerned about the most recent links posted on my timeline.
Last night I was out with Dupes and Luke, and we were doing totally normal things like talking about the agency of slaves in Django, drones, and economic policy. One guy cut in and said that George Soros should become president and buy out the lobbyists, because that would fix the economy. He was dead serious which I don’t think any of us realized because we started laughing so hard and I was afraid I’d pee on the floor. I’m not sure if we’re welcome back there again, but good night.
— Josh assesses a half-bottle of Merlot/my roomates are alcoholic enablers.
People shouldn’t ask me advice when I say upfront that I’ve had like… yeah at this point a bottle of red wine. On the other hand, at least I can tell them what I would be doing if I wasn’t inebriated? Either way my bottle was well earned (I won it off a bet!) and I am a shitty friend.
Aka the past day or so (RIGHT before fucking finals) instead of studying/relaxing I was running around and crying until the guys at ihospital kiiind of fixed my laptop. Although I’m kind of too poor/don’t have time to get the keyboard fixed so I have this sexy ass external keyboard I have to plug into my macbook every time I want to type like it’s a desktop.
I was supposed to go to a friend’s party in the LES last night, but another friend texted me to see if I wanted to drink wine and bake cookies instead. Which we then proceeded to do while we watched “Closer” and discussed why men seem to use internet porn a lot more than women do.
Long story short, I’m with a broken computer and pretty sure I’m on the fat track. (We just made a giant, gooey, greasy cookie out of the cookie dough and proceeded to eat it half-baked with forks). This is gonna be a great finals week.
|Me:||Hey Josh how much wine do you want in your coffe mug?|
|Josh:||Just fill the whole damn glass.|
Some nights were just made for splitting a jug of wine between 4 people and wearing sweats and chilling on my EV floor while doing dramatic readings of the “ugh it sucks to be so hot” article written by that British woman.
This was one of these nights.
Realized I am definetly the “ugly friend” the wingman goes for. So that’s cool! At first I was upset/angry/in denial. Now I’ve decided to just make it like all other things in my life, a joke! For instance Christina, the dental hygienist, had four beers and two shots and only paid $6.
I’ve been chronically locked out of my house for the last week because I left my keys in Chicago—inadvertently of course.
My deaf dog is a...
The end approaches
- Anonymous asked:Do you have any heroes?
I used to, but it’s so easy to be disappointed by heroes. You put someone on a pedestal and they’re bound to fall, right?
I try to...