never to be heard from again for a year
oh haahahahahaa gossipin girlz is both so ridick and so wonderful, how can you not love it? i wish chuck would fag out again though. this is about me watching my discs at home and wishing i were watching the current season, sounds totally crazy.
i stopped at this cute bar on 16th right in between my work and the bart. called Dear Mom, with 'have you written your mom today?' painted big in cursive outside, and a sign saying something like everything is going to be ok above the door to read on yr way out. my chest had been knotted for 40 hours so i gave into my martini wishes. the girl at the bar was lovely and mixed it so strong, it burned, oh god it burned. then i felt amazing. a little like don draper. but less of a misogynist.
speaking of mad men, i got trained on using a forklift and in between bummer flashbacks of my dad's years of service at the king sooper's warehouse, i'd get really nervy that i was gonna cause a bloodbath like that scene with the lawnmower.
my roommates are awful. get yr shit together jason and get a new key, please do not wake me up at 230am again by banging on my window to let you in. just because my room is at the front of the house. i am not yr doorman. curse my rental life. julia tried to hook me up with a girl moving out of her place this summer. one bedroom, in the mission, dog friendly = wowza!! oh but it's 1625. so sadddd. even worse cause that is kind of a deal. there's studios in the tenderloin that cost more.
i stopped at this cute bar on 16th right in between my work and the bart. called Dear Mom, with 'have you written your mom today?' painted big in cursive outside, and a sign saying something like everything is going to be ok above the door to read on yr way out. my chest had been knotted for 40 hours so i gave into my martini wishes. the girl at the bar was lovely and mixed it so strong, it burned, oh god it burned. then i felt amazing. a little like don draper. but less of a misogynist.
speaking of mad men, i got trained on using a forklift and in between bummer flashbacks of my dad's years of service at the king sooper's warehouse, i'd get really nervy that i was gonna cause a bloodbath like that scene with the lawnmower.
my roommates are awful. get yr shit together jason and get a new key, please do not wake me up at 230am again by banging on my window to let you in. just because my room is at the front of the house. i am not yr doorman. curse my rental life. julia tried to hook me up with a girl moving out of her place this summer. one bedroom, in the mission, dog friendly = wowza!! oh but it's 1625. so sadddd. even worse cause that is kind of a deal. there's studios in the tenderloin that cost more.