June 2011
May 2011
Grrr
Uhhhh…. Boyf drives really slowly. I am far more reckless & impatient.
Review of Hangover 2: SEQUELS NEED TO BURN IN HELL
i look tired all.the.time lately.
The contraption
Yeah. It’s pretty ridic. 2 liters, some cotton balls…. Magic.
I do keep my stuff in jars to cut down the awesome pungency. So now there is a jar inside the bottles, buried in cotton balls….looking like a coke bottle rocket made for the gifted kids program in elementary school.
(we did that stuff…anyway)
JUST FOUND MY WEED. IN THE FUCKING CONTRAPTION THE ROOMMIE MADE TO CONTAIN THE SMELL. I AM OFFICIALLY RETARDED.
Pretty fucking sure I lost a newly purchased bag of herbs last night. Pissed.
Room available-July 1st →
tell someone to live in my apt. it’s probably not AS bad as i’ve made it seem.
“We don’t have the Rapture in French. We’re already in hell. Or in paradise, you...”
– My French teacher tonight as he explains to a student that he’s not sure how to translate “Rapture” in her essay about how she spent her weekend. (via caro)
JUST GAVE MY 36 DAY NOTICE.
….of which, i’ll be out of town for 3 weeks.
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he asked me to move in. blanket too.
we’re giving it a trial run. permanency is scary.
my apt. smells like sweaty 23 year old dude who...
this is fucking ridic.
like my pot would even be a big deal compared to this? bullshit.
going to the FREE Art Night Pasadana. →
Free = my budget
Food trucks, free museums, blah blah blah.
Cramps.
Just hanging out next to Ryan Phillippe.
Anonymous asked: If I was a cute, $20 camisole, and you were $40 burning a hole in your own pocket, would you pick Red Vines over Twizzlers?
Um
Despite my roomie saying he’s cool with my 420 usage, he is so obvs NOT. Like….just the smell of my dank shit was enough to say “Well, sometimes my boss comes over….” etc etc.
THIS WAS A DEAL BREAKER, asshole. I feel duped.
