Cinco de Drinco and Cuarto de Wow-That-Was-A-Lot-Of-Rum were both celebrated.
Cinco de Drinco and Cuarto de Wow-That-Was-A-Lot-Of-Rum were both celebrated.
Great, now I’m homeless for next year.
WHY DO I NOT HAVE A BODY LIKE JULIAN SCHRATTER YET?! I MEAN, COME ON!
I’m using a ton of new products lately, and despite there being some lingering breakouts, my skin and hair feel so much more healthy and happy. I’m just glad that this is finally working out.
And then all of a sudden I heard the door bust open and someone walking around my house, and I was freaking out. My heart was leaping out of my chest! And then, it’s just my roommate and his girlfriend. They freaked me the fuck out. I didn’t expect anyone back until at least Friday. I’m only here because I have work. FUCK. I’m still on edge.
*While cutting my hair I realized how much finals week aged me. I def need to get a ton of facial moisturizer. Eek.
Tattoo. So much sexier!
I’m totally thinking I want “This too shall pass” in Persian or Arabic, or maybe “Sic transit gloria mundi” on my underarm, if I get a tattoo. Maybe juxtapose it against a crown or something fun like that.
Stalk stalk stalk stalk stalk stalk stalk stalk stalk stalk stalk stalk stalk stalk.
Laying in my bed, drinking beer, watching America’s Next Top Model.
Can I get a “What, what?!”
IM IN SO MUCH PAIN FROM THE STRESS. IM GOING TO SLEEP AND DERP AROUND FOR A WEEK LIKE NO OTHER!
Totally just going to be be about the Borderlands Theory, and barely reference what I need to, because for one, I hate the class, and two, it’ll answer the prompt much better if I do it that way.
That being said, I’m going to procrastinate and go buy stuff to make scones. Haha