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MOTHERFUCKER.
My dumbass drunk white bitch of a roommate left the motherfucking window open all night. It's 40fuckingDegrees outside.
Who the fuck does that shit?
Goddamn.
Is today really going to be like this? Because if it is--I'm more likely to stay in bed. Despite the fact that I cannot miss any of the classes I'll be missing.
In other news, I borrowed the first season of The West Wing from my friend Michael (of PSU fame) and have been watching it. I looooove the first season. Though everyone knows the third was the best. I walked into, he is Eric (of PSU fame)'s roommate, and I walked into their room and on Michael's side there are Red Sox, Celtics, and Patriots posters (guess where he's from!), along with Disney memorabilila, and then complete (well, almost) West Wing. And on Eric's side there are various politically radical animal rights posters and Bush bashing shit. It was awesome. Michael bares a resemblence to Peter Sarsgaard. That is--if Peter Sarsgaard was three feet shorter, had a ridiculous mustache, and severe social anxiety they would be the spitting image of one another.
Ugh I'm so fucking cold.
My dumbass drunk white bitch of a roommate left the motherfucking window open all night. It's 40fuckingDegrees outside.
Who the fuck does that shit?
Goddamn.
Is today really going to be like this? Because if it is--I'm more likely to stay in bed. Despite the fact that I cannot miss any of the classes I'll be missing.
In other news, I borrowed the first season of The West Wing from my friend Michael (of PSU fame) and have been watching it. I looooove the first season. Though everyone knows the third was the best. I walked into, he is Eric (of PSU fame)'s roommate, and I walked into their room and on Michael's side there are Red Sox, Celtics, and Patriots posters (guess where he's from!), along with Disney memorabilila, and then complete (well, almost) West Wing. And on Eric's side there are various politically radical animal rights posters and Bush bashing shit. It was awesome. Michael bares a resemblence to Peter Sarsgaard. That is--if Peter Sarsgaard was three feet shorter, had a ridiculous mustache, and severe social anxiety they would be the spitting image of one another.
Ugh I'm so fucking cold.