The other day I got drunk dialed at 8pm by an old friend who asked me if I was happy. Thats a tough question to answer and has been every single day of my life thus far. I don't recognize the self posted as my user picture on this journal. I haven't been that person in ages. My hair is natural now. My skin got tan this summer. I've lost all the make-up I owned.
I still want a dog.
My apartment walls are white, but the curtains are green and blue, and everything is green and blue except the kicthen which is red and brown and the bathroom which is like the inside of amathyst.
My internet just came in the mail so I will try to be more in touch now. I see movies where people get drunk and laugh and dance and it makes me miss everyone. It makes me miss laughing and dancing.
I drank 13 billion cosmopolitans in order to prove that I can't hold my vodka. Hypothesis correct. Guess I'm DJ Trashcan, DJ Toilet, DJ Northampton Sidewalks and Parking Meter.
God I miss being a DJ
here, go read this, I pretend to have sentence structure here, so do Nick and Bill.
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