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I am cleaning my room today. How do rooms get so messy so fast? It puts me in a bad mood to see clutter. I want more shelves, drawers, walls, and hooks to put stuff in/on. Junk.
I think I'll reward myself with Moes. Or Tiajuana Flats? I know, I want REAL Mexican food. I'll go to El Potro. hahaha
P.S. I don't remember how I got home last night. At first I thought I taxied it, but then remembered I taxied it to Comfort Inn. So I'm confused. I'm a sad sad girl.
But I feel a little better cause I got a call from Katie (who's bday it was last night, turning 23, not 21) that said something like, "Hey asshooooole it's 3 o'clock in the mornin and we're at the god damn comforttt innnnnnn. Where the fuck are youuuuu?? It's my fuckin 21st birthday damnit!" Maria in background: "No jerk we're at home." Katie:"Oh nevamind, we're goin da bed." Click.
I think I'll reward myself with Moes. Or Tiajuana Flats? I know, I want REAL Mexican food. I'll go to El Potro. hahaha
P.S. I don't remember how I got home last night. At first I thought I taxied it, but then remembered I taxied it to Comfort Inn. So I'm confused. I'm a sad sad girl.
But I feel a little better cause I got a call from Katie (who's bday it was last night, turning 23, not 21) that said something like, "Hey asshooooole it's 3 o'clock in the mornin and we're at the god damn comforttt innnnnnn. Where the fuck are youuuuu?? It's my fuckin 21st birthday damnit!" Maria in background: "No jerk we're at home." Katie:"Oh nevamind, we're goin da bed." Click.