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Cowabunga, gentlemen. Happy Friday.

I think the catching is starting to drink up with me.

“Girls don’t poop.”
“Why do they have buttholes then?”
“Why do men have nipples?”
“Touché.”

So, you’re saying I should go straight? This obviously isn’t the Castro District!! Am I right??? Wahhhh!!!!!!!!!!

It’s my party. And I’ll cry if I want to.

I have an aggressively bad attitude.

Yeah, so I ordered some potato skins, but I never got them, so I just wanted to make sure I didn’t get charged for them. So I can have an extra 7 dollars. To perpetuate my bleak, bleak, meaningless existence. Every penny counts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😀 😀

My boyfriend really wants to move in with me, but he’s just super stressed out about work and can’t handle looking for a place right now and moving all his stuff. I’d move in with him but he lives in a studio and his landlord said he can’t have someone else there or he’ll get evicted, so we’re just gonna wait a little bit. I’m still super excited though.

Once I start considering the emotional stability of the girl I’m talking to, that’s when I realize, I’m not drunk enough.

Oh, do you have Facebook pictures of yourself drunk? OMG! For shame!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok, if you don’t have Facebook pictures of yourself drunk, I don’t trust you.