I am enjoying a nightcap and reading in bed.
Meanwhile my boyfriend is busy seeing Sleigh Bells at The Blue Note.
Jess and I are pantsless in her bed, drunk and gushing about a boy I like and other fun things.
I am in this video!
I married this man in Vegas.
After seeing this on his Facebook, I wish it had been a real wedding!
I posted this a month ago. What the heck? Drunk.
I think I was trying to say that, while I want a guy that can make me laugh, it is more important for me to find a guy that I can make laugh. I want to be a funny couple, not a girl with a funny guy.
I woke up on the floor in the middle of the living room with no pants on and there was a plate of scrambled eggs on my chest.
It’s mayfliesmayfly’s birfday. She drunk :) (Taken with Instagram at Blueberry Hill)
It’s my half birfday. And guess what? I’m drunk again! :)
Dear White Castle,
I would very much appreciate it if you refrained from giving me a giant handful of grape jelly with my order the next time I visit your drive-thru. If someone asks for a small amount of ketchup, that is exactly what they mean. Because of this mix-up, my lap is now covered in a thick, breakfasty (if this isn’t a word already, it is now) substance. Thank you for ruining my drive home.