I’m going to just start collecting pictures of Matt in all of the random places he passes out. Matt can pass out anywhere at any time. Narcoleptic old bastard.
I was looking forward to spending the next weekend/week at home to see my mom and friends because I’ve been at Matt’s every weekend since December. But then I realized… I hate all of my old friends except for like two. I’ll just drink with my mom instead.
To be a bitch or not to be a bitch? That is the question.
schrilla asked: ah, yes. If Austin had gondolas...
schrilla asked: I don't know if even you can handle it. I mean we couldn't take pictures, so you'd forget it wasn't a dream and no one would believe you. I mean I am, how you say, BRILLIANT!
Alex: I'll do dinner night!
Me: I'll bring a bottle of wine!
Steph: ...Is that enough?
Me: ...I'll bring two bottles of wine.
Me: Okay, three. Two for me, one for you guys.
I wish I had a penis in my life and a bottle of wine in my hand. And by “my life” I mean “me.”
schrilla replied to your photo: Matt just came back from smoking a cigarette and… hahahah you’re my favorite creeper, you guys need to creep down here sometime. less talk more walk! Okay, but I want you to be my skinhead boyfriend instead of Matt when I get there!