Jul 11, 2007 11:20
With each bite I take out of this delicious peanut butter sammich I realize that I'll pay for it in a day when my hips expand and exceed the size of a small nation-state. But it's like, peanut butter and bread are the only two food itemzz in my room right now (kind of) and combining them seems like SUUUUUCH a good idea. Um. I have a test in an hour and I think that maybe I should be studying for it, but when have I EVER taken anything seriously? Once. And then I turned four and subsequently became very cynical and conceited.
I need to go out to dinner with the guys, even though we'll be minus one seeing as Wilson returned to his native land to engage in siestas and sight seeings and shit. At this point, I don't even care if we go to goddamned Morton's and I drop 50 dollars on a piece of steak, as long as I can be called 'fat camp' while doing so. This weekend is a possibility.
I can't wait for the fall. Fall means cold weather, means I'll be visiting Boston and getting my fix of mah bb gurl, means there will be more then four people up here to entertain me. Living with Caitlin and Kristen is going to be outrageous, especially in light of the living conditionzzz.
End.