This is what I'm talking about..
Look! Her name's Partricia.
I hate having money. I hate having to save it even more. In twelve hours and forty eight minutes this bike will go to someone who won't love it nearly as much as I because I have expenses. Hosh Posh. Screw saving! Screw responsibility! From now on I'm going to be a fly by the seat of my pants kind of girl. After I'm done studying.
I love living in a hang-out kind of place. Melissa had some work buddies over last night and it was lovely. Not much of a party, just a crazy little gathering that left me in the fetal position this morning. Now that's what I'm talking about. Expect a poker party sometimes soon.. I just got me some chips.
Because we had nothing edible in the apartment besides otter pops and patron, Melissa and I went grocery shopping around 12:03 am at the closet twenty-four hour pharmacy we could find. And what does a twenty-four hour pharmacy have in the way of groceries? Junk food! So, it's is now three am and we are stuffing ourselves full of corn dogs, cookie-dough ice cream, and vanilla pudding. Well, I'm eating the vanilla pudding because Melissa refuses to eat anything that in any way could resemble semen. Or, you know, she hates vanilla or something.
Oh! And there's a boy. I'm going to ask him to be my boyfriend as soon as I stop being a piece of chicken shit. Which, as most of you know, is not likely to happen soon so I'll keep you posted.