Feb 25, 2014
there was a loud popping/car backfire/gun? noise outside and at the same time, kris and i made hashtags with our fingers and just said
"yorkville"
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there was a loud popping/car backfire/gun? noise outside and at the same time, kris and i made hashtags with our fingers and just said
"yorkville"
Being the Blow Job Queen of Broadway is way less fucked-up than being the Starbucks Shitter
A thing that I literally just said during an actual conversation in Ravenclaw Tower
Jazz standards & bacon-mac-and-velveeta; Hesiod's Theogony & cocktail weenies; a shabby single-wide trailer of an apartment in the 17th wealthiest zip code in the US.
I'm scrolling and reading all these posts about being alone and lonely on New Years and shit.
I made some DEEPLY questionable life choices and Kris lost the entire contents of her purse and we found her coat in a bush half a block from home.
We cannot relate.
My ID cam in the mail and I want to go and buy alcohol because I can, but we have so much alcohol in the house right now and going out is expensive.
I started a new blog
isrtfucked.tumblr.com
Every day it will tell you whether our apartment is currently fucked.
casual tuesday night drug deal to round out this bizarre finals week
Kris is literally lying on the floor in a blanket shivering and making these sad, wounded animal noises because she is cold, but I physically cannot get her to stay awake long enough to put on some damn pajamas and get into her warm bed.