Today a friend of my mom tried to set me up with her boyfriend's son. I told her why that wouldn't work out, but I think this is the beginning of something.

Something terrible.

Accepted!

You know, it seems pretty silly for me to recap the shit I do because erinbee already does. So really, if you wanna know what I'm doing, read her journal. That is, until the 23rd when she goes to Jamaica and then to CA. I'm mildly worried because I won't have anybody to go out every night with. Because that's what I've been doing this week ( Read more... )

I think everyone in the universe has a myspace except me. Well, besides my fake one.

My weekend was disappointingly NOT debaucherous. But next week is the zombie walk, so I have something to look forward to. I'm an ass because I told bruiserqueen I'd come to her roller derby practice and I TOTALLY forgot. Oh yeah, and the Preservation Pub waters down ( Read more... )

Grad school app. mailed. Commence debauchery.

Insomnia! Insomnia!
Yamma yamma yamma Insomnia!!

Why is it that even when I go to gay clubs GUYS hit on me? Do I look that straight?

Hey hey! New dress!


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So my car's dead forever and I'm purging my life of shitty friends and unreliable people. Somehow that's related.

So the last two times I went to a Chinese restaurant I got the same fortune.

"A pleasant surprise is in your future."

Where's my pleasant fucking surprise?