It's over between us ( Read more... )

I love my life.

I really, really, really love my life.

Today, Scotty, Terence, and I were Speed Racer, haHA!

Time to go to the bank and buy flowers.

Tomorrow I move.

Sunday is fried chicken.

Life is a dance party.

I seem to only write in my LJ when I'm drunk and at Kaldi's anymore.

I kind of want to quit the internet in favor of playing, "Never Have I Ever," with friends.

I'm going to go swimming drunk now.

And get trashy snacks next door.

Moving is this weekend.

Life is good. Cute boys are hitting on me.

A snotty artfag just complimented me on my sweater.

And John Motherfucking Rich is DJing.

And I am seriously. organically. hallucinating right now.

Thanks, no sleep! You're so much cheaper than drugs!

"Oh my God, Lara. You could do so much better. Seriously girl ( Read more... )

By the way, I cut my hair last night.

With a razorblade.

Yeah.

Too bad it looks hot.

DIY haircuts = new on my list of things to repeat.

My hands look like Valentines ( Read more... )

Sitting in Kaldi's, waiting for Shoog to get here so we can go to Cooper's and drink the night away ( Read more... )

"Wake up, I wanna go to the Art Museum ( Read more... )

Happy Premptive St. Patrick's Day.