On Thursday I did some modeling for my friends' upcoming ebay vintage store Anemic Amour (ADD THEM!). We started drinking a little around 8:30 pm. Went out. Came back to my house and drank till around 8:30 am. I haven't gotten my hair done in 2 months and I was wearing a hat all day. Yeeaaah. Don't I look lovely?
I had a job interview on Thursday. It was a total waste of my time. I have another on Wednesday.
Last Wednesday was my bff Gia's 23rd birthday celebration:
Yesterday my mom called me frantically saying I had to come home and help her. The problem? The cats brought a live chipmunk in the house and my dad is out of town. See, my mom and I have this deal where I take care of rodents and she takes care of spiders. The fucking thing was hiding under the couch too afraid to come out because Varla and Binx were standing guard. When it finally got the courage to make a run for it chaos ensued. My mom jumped IN the kitchen sink, covering her eyes and screaming. All 3 of the cats went bananas. I locked them in the basement, opened all the doors to the outside and then chased this retarded chipmunk, which was missing the end of its tail thanks to Binx, around the house with a broom for about a half hour before it ran outside. It was even sitting beside the open back door at one point and ran back under the couch instead of out the door. It was like an sketch from I Love Lucy. RIDICULOUS.
chipmunks sound dumber than squirrels. i once had a cat that brought a little mouse into the house while me and the roomies were watching Twin Peaks.
I just don't know what to say Monroe