If I have to read anymore of the retarded e-drama you guys are starting on here, I'm going to cut a bitch. This is like dropping in on a talk your friends are having about how we're all really 20% gay. You're making me dumber. Stop.
You're having serious issues opening the bathroom door but you're able to type? I'm a bit confused but fuck it. If you yell at the door it will open, I promise.
Women should have sex with me because I had an interview for a journalism internship and I fucking naked it. My first ever interview and they said I'd really fit in and I'll definitely be hearing back from them. Should I get it I'll have my articles featured twice a week. So, ALL THE SINGLE WOMEN DROP YOUR PANTIES AND FEED ME BEER.
I just spent the entire weekend fucking, watching Happy Endings (great show), and eating Korean barbecue. I also slept more than 6 hours for the first time in 3 weeks. God, rainy summer days are awesome.
Apparently Are You Afraid of the Dark is free for Amazon Prime customers. Looks like my night is planned.
Not a typo. No wonder you got the gig. Last night I taught a bartender how to make a Negroni. Can't get a job in a bar doing menial shit, but I know more than the pot head working your place. Lovely.
I woke up this morning to find half a draft of a sext that I almost accidentally sent to my dad, so that's where I was at.
And now we're all sad at the amount of awkward funny that was avoided last night. Bigger mistakes = better stories. Sad but true.
Audrey-that's kinda awesome. I just remembered the quote of the day from Fri: "Don't be scared of me just cuz I got the Virus, child." I wasn't scared, but thanks for awkward moment. I'm sitting alone in a movie theater, and it's kinda awesome. Doing things alone is underrated.
Once again, Audrey has fucked up by leaving the most important part out, WHAT WAS THE HALF DRAFTED TEXT?
I'm in way better shape, it would be a red bunny, with blue everything else. God, you don't even know me!
Audrey wakes up to find an overnighted package on her doorstep. It's from her father. She's confused -- she wasn't expecting anything, and her birthday isn't for another 9 months. What could it be? She tears open the envelope to find a True Writer Fountain, with a delicate cap and an impeccably crafted nib. It's beautiful, but confusing. What could have happened last night? She frantically checks her sent texts. Uh oh. Crisis narrowly averted.
I finally figured out how to start my lawnmower. I've just been asking guy friends to come over and help me with it until now but apparently I've just been gripping incorrectly. Sidenote, I wore short shorts and a tank top to mow the lawn, and I wasn't aware I had so many friendly male neighbors...
That couldn't be further from the truth. Next time you smoke a large cut, like a shoulder, and use mesquite for 4 hours as opposed to hickory. It'll be barely edible.