Totally psycho-lame.
I want some "going out" friends. I am so so so so sosososososo bored. It's a super-party night and I'm sitting at home in my pjs. Matt's too stressed out from work lately to do anything other sit around and watch TV at night. My friends all fit into one of these categories:
1. Do not live around here.
2. Have kids.
Q. Are about to have kids.
12. Work in hospitality so they work every fun party day of the year.
5203948. Are not interested in anything other than sitting at home and smoking weed.
Maybe I should make friends with my fellow, fun-loving classmates. HAHAHAHAHHA. They'd be like, "WTF, OLD LADY!? WHERE'S YOUR WALKER, GRANNY?" Because I'm old. Get it? GET IT? AHAHHAHAHAHAHA.
I'm going to have a drink.
Actually, I should probably focus on finding the book I'm supposed to have read by Monday. I can't find my stupid copy ANYWHERE.
Nah, I'm going to have a drink.
1. Do not live around here.
2. Have kids.
Q. Are about to have kids.
12. Work in hospitality so they work every fun party day of the year.
5203948. Are not interested in anything other than sitting at home and smoking weed.
Maybe I should make friends with my fellow, fun-loving classmates. HAHAHAHAHHA. They'd be like, "WTF, OLD LADY!? WHERE'S YOUR WALKER, GRANNY?" Because I'm old. Get it? GET IT? AHAHHAHAHAHAHA.
I'm going to have a drink.
Actually, I should probably focus on finding the book I'm supposed to have read by Monday. I can't find my stupid copy ANYWHERE.
Nah, I'm going to have a drink.