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Isn't this jacket hot? But working crappy, barely above minimum wage jobs doesn't leave much extra money after the essential things. When I complain about this, my mom always tells me, "That's why you're in college." But I honestly doubt that my college education is really going to do much for me.

I miss my boo

Last night was hysterical. We are the funniest drunks ever. Take this ridiculous conversation for example:

Brian: Lay butt to butt with me.
Me: What?
Brian: My butt is cold and yours will keep it warm.
Me: But I want to SPOOOON with you.
Brian: Hahaha you just said "spoon"! Hahaha
Me: Oh FINE....I could SPOON with any boy I wanted to.
Brian: That's a slutty thing to say!
Me: I said COULD, not WOULD.
Brian: Yeah, well I could spoon with any girl I wanted to.
Me: No you couldn't.
Brian: I know.
Me: Because I would stab you. In the face.
Brian: I know.
*resume spooning*

I love how we revert to being 12 years old in our inebriated states. I love us.

Sometimes I think I'm afraid of being happy. I was just writing about this in someone's journal the other day. There are three states 1) pretty miserable 2) vaguely happy but scared that something bad will ruin it 3) drunk!

I start my new job tomorrow AND I have a hair appointment. Exciting!

I am craving Jager.

Love,
Monroe