Going to bed tonight self-loathing and feeling like a shitty girlfriend.
Can’t even cry ‘cause he’s in the room with me and will probably eventually notice and make me tell him why and then he’ll just feel like shit for making me feel like that, and that doesn’t help anything.
Printers are evil. I honestly think they’re designed to break.
This man speaks the truth.
You’d think they’d have perfected printer technology by now.
The boyfriend and I just took turns playing Spelunky whilst taking shots of vodka every time we died on our turn.
I think I’m kinda feeling it now, four shots later.
We’re kinda new drinkers so we’re lame. x3
I’ve woken up with a horrible stomach sickness. But I can’t even stay home. I have a test in my first class.
Oh please please please go away random sickness. Pleeaasse. I promise I’ll take the test and come back home and sleep more if you just cooperate for this test.