dear god,

bitches be sketchy.

love,
cindy lou.

in short: WHY DONT YOU TALK TO YOUR GIRLFRIEND ABOUT IT.

kristen asked me to 'publicate' this on livejournal:

bbq at her place (possibly the last gathering for our crowd at sharps and flats?) today at 4. bring food, booze, yourselves, whatever.

polysemic love: SUP IM SITTING ON YOUR FLOOR
DeaDKiDSyNTaX: SHUT UP
[jud out loud]: don't respond to that please, you'd be extra-loser
polysemic love: YOUR MOM

just so's everyone knows ( Read more... )

my mom calls tennis shoes 'tennies.'

was most definitely still drunk when the alarm went off at 730 this morning.

direct from judson wickham re: me wearing heels

'you're never going to get a man if you keep intimidating everyone.'

i miss kim.

im going to the bar at noon.

i hope devin the bartender is ready for me.

when i finished my final i raced up to the professor who shook my hand and congratulated me. another girl came racing up beaming, too. i have no idea who the fuck she was but i hugged her and then we went running out of the room and did cartwheels on the olson lawn ( Read more... )