I'm never going to Florida again, goddamnit. I'm going to be peeling for fucking weeks. Hell, forget going outside in general. I'm just staying indoors for the rest of my life
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Well I'm ready for the shittiest St. Patrick's day of all time. And just when my mother said she'd send me my favorites. I had to promise all sorts of crap for that food. It's like they almost planned this to piss me off.
Is it normal around here to be on roommate number 3 after being here for only a month and a half? I should just leave all my shit in boxes if this keeps up. No sense in unpacking if I'm just going to keep swapping rooms.
I think I need a new cellphone. Stupid number pad won't come out anymore.
I don't think I've been this hungover in a long time. I need the greasiest burger I can get my hands on. Fuck, my head feels like it's going to crack open.
Man I would kill for a New York style pizza and a decent beer right now. They weren't kidding when they said Chicago style was crap. How do they expect you to eat this slop? I can barely choke it down. Damn, I think I'm just going to toss it out.
There's gotta be a better delivery place around here. There's no way everyone is eating this crap.