seratonin

This is why we need interventions.



Work is awesome...I got paid today...fuckin feel like shopping! Or buying myself tickets to something fun...I'm thinking Death From Above 1979 with the always lovely and talented Chanel. This is my work crew...Sko on the left, Party on the right. It's another tasty Sarah sandwich.



So my mom's bf's house sold for a nice chunk of change...



which could mean he moves in with us on October 31 when the buyer takes possession. Weird. And we need soundproofing like stat. But I'm hoping he helps us do some crazy nice stuff to the house before we sell and we go our separate ways...it would be key for my portfolio even though we prolly wouldn't build or design shit, just like, paint and replace some stuff...and it would be more decorating than anything. Please do not call what I do "interior decorating"...I am not Paige Davis.

I don't like how her bf says we can't have parties after we move. Like, what is the point of having a fucking mansion with a hot tub if you can't have 50 of your closest friends come and play? Fuck that noise.

I want to move out. So no shopping for me.

Congrats to this kid for getting into my school! YAY!