Who the fuck thought up yogurt sauce in the first place?!

[fortheasking]

I don't sleep anymore. It's practically impossible for me to fall asleep before at least 3:30 in the damn morning. I hate it. I run out of things to do. There's only so much on the internet, people slowly disappear offline until I'm left in a virtual no-man's-land of cyberspace, the only book I have left that I brought down with me ended up

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shit lords!

[hardly_art_]

Someday we won't care that we were never the belles of the San Luis Obispo Ball, that no one ever leaped out of their chair when our names flashed across their phone, that our talents are not 'artistic' enough to be of interest, or that our names were just too difficult for some to recall. We probably imagine or read into fully half of all this and think about it entirely too much....because there plain and simple isn't anything else to do here. In a few days we'll leave and have more important things to think about and everything will be fine. In a few years we'll be young professionals, young urban professionals, and while the rest of them are on year 8 of hanging out and eating organic soy we'll have jobs where we DO something and and none of the annoying hand cramping that comes with cutting hair. The world at large doesn't think the cool kids are all that cool; which is why they'll never leave their small world. The rest of us on the other hand are free to roam and do what we want and we won't have that massive vinyl collection weighing us down either. I think we're just upset that we feel more or less left out in a peculiar kind of a way. It really is okay though. We don't live here anymore, and I don't know about you, but I'm not moving back! You know what else? We are two very classy bitches...you can go places with that.
Sorry that food was my not-so-hot-idea
and guess who I'm taking back to Irvine