my life: the sitcom
welcome to the justine show:
as i try to sleep last nite my roommate finds that someone has been trying to be her/stalk her for the past two months on the internet. myself being the secret agent that i am put my best foot forward to detect this situation as my other drunk roommate comes home and asks me to find the splinter in her foot.
a fine saturday in villanova comma pennsylvania led me on a 2 mile walk to starbucks because here, unlike the normal world i come from, there is NOT a starbucks on every corner. but dont let the distance fool you, the 2 mile walk there and 2 mile walk back was worth EVERY STEP.
while crossing the final stretch to get to starbucks a fine man named Carl introduced homself to me. "My names Carl. im the mayor of this here township. you tell everyone you met me, Carl, the mayor." Carl was homeless, lived on his bike, had not showered yet in 2004, and had a speech impediment. but dont worry Carl, i called my mom, and she knows that yes, today, december 4th, i met Carl, the mayor.
Then i called up the brother to wish him a happy birthday. I shared with him my trek to starbucks as he shared with me his plans for his bday, "yea justine. i have to go pick up my tux. Tonite im busy. You know we rented out the top of the Hyatt. Its a black tie affair full of nothing but the hot ladies of southern california. Dad said the limo is picking us up at 9:30. From here we will pick up the homies and cruise downtown while sipping on the bottle of Hennessy Cognac Paradis that im holding right now. But right now i've got to go surf." i then hung up and truely cherished my starbucks...?
the evening was summed up with my ordering pizza from one of the only students who was left behind in the nations, "no child left behind" policy. all i have to say is, "G... like... uhh, garfield the cat or grape"
lesson of the day: beer and vodka do not mix. right megan? welcome to the OC, bitch.
as i try to sleep last nite my roommate finds that someone has been trying to be her/stalk her for the past two months on the internet. myself being the secret agent that i am put my best foot forward to detect this situation as my other drunk roommate comes home and asks me to find the splinter in her foot.
a fine saturday in villanova comma pennsylvania led me on a 2 mile walk to starbucks because here, unlike the normal world i come from, there is NOT a starbucks on every corner. but dont let the distance fool you, the 2 mile walk there and 2 mile walk back was worth EVERY STEP.
while crossing the final stretch to get to starbucks a fine man named Carl introduced homself to me. "My names Carl. im the mayor of this here township. you tell everyone you met me, Carl, the mayor." Carl was homeless, lived on his bike, had not showered yet in 2004, and had a speech impediment. but dont worry Carl, i called my mom, and she knows that yes, today, december 4th, i met Carl, the mayor.
Then i called up the brother to wish him a happy birthday. I shared with him my trek to starbucks as he shared with me his plans for his bday, "yea justine. i have to go pick up my tux. Tonite im busy. You know we rented out the top of the Hyatt. Its a black tie affair full of nothing but the hot ladies of southern california. Dad said the limo is picking us up at 9:30. From here we will pick up the homies and cruise downtown while sipping on the bottle of Hennessy Cognac Paradis that im holding right now. But right now i've got to go surf." i then hung up and truely cherished my starbucks...?
the evening was summed up with my ordering pizza from one of the only students who was left behind in the nations, "no child left behind" policy. all i have to say is, "G... like... uhh, garfield the cat or grape"
lesson of the day: beer and vodka do not mix. right megan? welcome to the OC, bitch.