confirmed
I just got my flight confirmation: September 9, aisle seat to Heathrow, arriving in London Monday the 10th. Just under 3 months from now. Brilliant.
Not so brilliant - missing CSS's entire set because I was puking my fucking guts out in San Fran. I must remember to never again let any men insist on me doing tequila shots with them, as this always leads to sorrow. I am fairly certain I would have died in a state of rape and dismemberment in the alley if Jamie had not eventually found me. On the bright side, my hangover the next day was minimal, and I had supreme sucess and the vintage shops and playing with kittens.
And now I sit here, writing my LAST COLLEGE ESSAY EVER for modern Jewish lit, hours before the deadline. The only way to go out is with a bang at the last minute, I recon.
Not so brilliant - missing CSS's entire set because I was puking my fucking guts out in San Fran. I must remember to never again let any men insist on me doing tequila shots with them, as this always leads to sorrow. I am fairly certain I would have died in a state of rape and dismemberment in the alley if Jamie had not eventually found me. On the bright side, my hangover the next day was minimal, and I had supreme sucess and the vintage shops and playing with kittens.
And now I sit here, writing my LAST COLLEGE ESSAY EVER for modern Jewish lit, hours before the deadline. The only way to go out is with a bang at the last minute, I recon.