Most of the time, if I'm feeling particularly reflective, or nostalgic, or emo, and I just write, just letting the words spew out of my brain and out through my fingertips, it's for therapy, and posterity. Thinking that someday when I'm older(and hopefully wiser) that I can look back at my young, stupid self, and laugh.

Sounds decent enough.

But this entry is going to be nothing like that. But this is definitely something I want to remember.

It's 2am.
I just got off the phone with michelle, who has a pretty bad predicament. Her roommate came in, totally shitfaced, and just threw up all over the floor. Then she passed out.
The pile now lies there, "festering".
hahahaha. Oh man. that is like the most horrible thing ever. Wow. I have no idea how I would even deal with that. My lightweight germaphobia would be like freaking out.
If you have a nerdy roommate that doesn't party, now is the time to be grateful. haha.

I am sooo sorry. Really. wow.

This is kind of ironic. This reminds me of back when I was looking for hairdyes with Mish and Steph, and mish kept whining, "i wish I wasn't hungryyyy"

Well, before this particular incident, she was hungry. Now, not so much.
Problem solved.
Be careful what you wish for.
; )

I'm just kidding. This really is horrible. :O


now I'm struggling to finish my double-double from in n out.