monroe

This weekend was good.

Brian picked me up on Saturday for some Jager and Soco drinking. We were both terribly hungover and puking in the morning.

Fucking Jager.

Yesterday morning my dad called to say he was in Pittsburgh becaue of problems with the people who are renting our house. The story is pretty complicated but basically it involves the people who live there being on some serious drugs, inviting convicted felon Bikers for Jesus over, stuff being missing from the house, and my neighbors' car being semi-stolen. Ugh. After he got back from the police station, my dad met Brian and I for lunch and then took me grocery shopping.

I took my vert labret out for like an hour or two, and it closed up. So no more piercing. I'm not that upset though, since it had been kind of irritating me lately. Maybe I'll just get it redone in a bit.

Then my love and I hung out for the rest of the night, and this morning I had to come back for class.

Oh, and I love it when ex-boyfriends feel the need to boost their sexual egos by telling completely fabricated stories to our mutual friends. Mhmmm. Isn't that grand?

And that is all.

Love,
Jess