March 2010
obviously rushed to the bus station, made it, and then the bus is 35 minutes late. hate greyhound.
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It’s ninety degrees out but i can see snow on the mountains. I love the west coast.
waiting for the shuttle to take me to tucson so i can see my favorite little brittany bonjour.
still sitting on the runway 45 minutes after supposed take off time. please fly!
YOU SOUND LIKE YOU’RE FROM LONDOOONN -so many chances sitting in a bar at jfk.
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FUCK YEAH
IT’S A SAWYER EPISODE WHERE WE GET TO SEE HIM WITHOUT A SHIRT YEAAAAAHHHH
he reduces me to a sex deprived 16 year old.
watching
lost, woo. woke up pretty wide awake (and definitely still drunk) at like 6:30 this morning. DId i go to my 8 AM? naw. am i going to my 11? naw. am I gonna lay in bed, sit in the sun, eat yummy foods all day instead of class? yes.
sitting alone at home pregaming because all of my roomates have been at the bar for like, two hours already.
sleepy after drinking wine all afternoon? of course not. starting fantastic mr. fox at 1 am instead. much better choice.
I’m hoping st patty’s on the island will let me see all my friends again?
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accidentally rippin my tights tights
boys ignoring my texts texts
rethinking...
– my personal verse to kesha’s tik tok (via lauramouthfarts)
THIS IS AWESOME AND SORT OF HOW I FEEL TONIGHHTT
MY TOOOOWWWN →