More importantly does she have a coachella account? Is she reading this?
Another is, "Hey friend, while you're chilling at my house today would you mind going ahead and vacuuming the living room? Oh and by the way could you check on the disposal it has been acting funny. And don't forget to pick up some toilet paper and dinner from the grocery store."
I am hoping she will have done some of that without me having to ask, other than the grocery shopping since she doesn't have a car. Someday I will have a roommate that has their own car. She just text me to ask me when I will be home, maybe that means she is surprising me with dinner.
Or maybe it means she wants you to get home and cook for her.
'When are you getting home i used all the toilet paper and the toilet is clogged"
"Can I use your car? There's this hot guy I want to meet up with....Oh and is it ok if we use your room later? Like 1130? We won't sleep there. Well he won't. I promise."
*3am locachica types angry confession
I went through all of yesterday and most of this morning with a small piece of latex inside of me.
Morning after pill?
I listened to the whole song. I don't even care.
"Oh, right. That. Whoops."
I am extremely fascinated by the different colors my poo is from day to day.
I'll be attending the Utah Burning Man, Element-11 Festival. I'm going to find if the hippie inside me has entirely died, or has been slumbering for a long time. I may also take sniper pictures of the topless and bold. I'm going with my oldest brother and a friend from work, so the "topless and bold" will NOT be me... in case you were wondering.