This weekend was indeed crazy/beautiful/confusing/bittersweet.
On Friday I went to a shitty party at the B Complex. But it doesn't matter because I saw Corrina + Jevon + George and that made me happy.
Saturday I got fired before I even started working, stormed around my house and slammed doors 'cuz I was pissed off, and spent the evening watching the AbFab reruns and stuffing my face with Doritos and beer.
He came over late Saturday night and stayed the night, and through most of Sunday. I don't remember the last time I've enjoyed someone's company like I did his. It made me sad to see him go.
Now I get to go bomb my Sociology final. Good times.
On Friday I went to a shitty party at the B Complex. But it doesn't matter because I saw Corrina + Jevon + George and that made me happy.
Saturday I got fired before I even started working, stormed around my house and slammed doors 'cuz I was pissed off, and spent the evening watching the AbFab reruns and stuffing my face with Doritos and beer.
He came over late Saturday night and stayed the night, and through most of Sunday. I don't remember the last time I've enjoyed someone's company like I did his. It made me sad to see him go.
Now I get to go bomb my Sociology final. Good times.
btw, don't fret about it all. at least you are in portland, st. louis is a city full of dredgery and complacency, i'd rather have portishead on the radio, some neil gaiman in hand, and doing an interview with felix da housecat.
it shall get betta, me thinks.