i was just giggling to myself about how ridiculous i must look making dinner decked out in my super geek glasses, pigtails, a balsamic vinegar splashed wife beater, north pole staff underwear and my white nursing clogs. HOT.
at least i can laugh at myself. whatever. its super sweet when my roommate goes away for the weekend. three days of hangin out in my underwear because its hot as balls in our house. maybe she won't mind when she comes back... she'll have to succumb to the dark side soon enough. its too fuckin hot not to.
vapourrumours saved my sweaty little existence today. we went swimming, smoked a bowl and chatted a bit. can't think of a better way to spend a sunday afternoon. although i got a sweet uneven sunburn today... *shakes angry fist* and i have to get my staff photo id tomorrow. kickass.
quick recap of the weekend. montreal was awesome as i previously mentioned. complete with 40s, tequila!, free beer, 30 minute passouts on the bar floor (not me!), random makeouts (again... not me!), the longest walk home ever and free porno.
dear montreal,
thanks for not letting me down.
love j
the next day a sweet ass hangover prevailed while i sweltered in a van with 6 boys and no air conditioning. i got to see no use for a name and bigwig for free though and had some really good conversation with a friend on a filet-o-fish adventure.
the ex randomly showed up yesterday. man... that was weird. he was really fighty with me and it was pissing me off. he gave me a hard time about everything and i dished it right back to him. we got stoned though, hit up some slushies and napped during spiderman 2 (on separate couches). so whatever, i guess it wasn't too bad just kinda weird. its crazy how you can spend almost 4 years with someone and then all of a sudden not know how to interact with them. it blows.
how was your weekend?
do you have air conditioning?
and if you do... can i come over?
please let me know....
okie im off to bed.
real life starts tomorrow.
at least i can laugh at myself. whatever. its super sweet when my roommate goes away for the weekend. three days of hangin out in my underwear because its hot as balls in our house. maybe she won't mind when she comes back... she'll have to succumb to the dark side soon enough. its too fuckin hot not to.
vapourrumours saved my sweaty little existence today. we went swimming, smoked a bowl and chatted a bit. can't think of a better way to spend a sunday afternoon. although i got a sweet uneven sunburn today... *shakes angry fist* and i have to get my staff photo id tomorrow. kickass.
quick recap of the weekend. montreal was awesome as i previously mentioned. complete with 40s, tequila!, free beer, 30 minute passouts on the bar floor (not me!), random makeouts (again... not me!), the longest walk home ever and free porno.
dear montreal,
thanks for not letting me down.
love j
the next day a sweet ass hangover prevailed while i sweltered in a van with 6 boys and no air conditioning. i got to see no use for a name and bigwig for free though and had some really good conversation with a friend on a filet-o-fish adventure.
the ex randomly showed up yesterday. man... that was weird. he was really fighty with me and it was pissing me off. he gave me a hard time about everything and i dished it right back to him. we got stoned though, hit up some slushies and napped during spiderman 2 (on separate couches). so whatever, i guess it wasn't too bad just kinda weird. its crazy how you can spend almost 4 years with someone and then all of a sudden not know how to interact with them. it blows.
how was your weekend?
do you have air conditioning?
and if you do... can i come over?
please let me know....
okie im off to bed.
real life starts tomorrow.
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if my living room was filled with ladies, i'd be set and wouldn't venture outside for weeks.