�I spent $50 yesterday!�
�Ooo, on what?�
�On gas!�
That�s why Kristie is my friend. She is so, so quotable. I love her.
Her friend is Jamie, who is a good ole girl, a stoner through and through, relentlessly easygoing, fucking gorgeous, I mean, stop and stare hot. I don�t know much about her beyond that, aside from the fact that I have a lot of respect for her, that I wish I could be like her in certain respects, that I really just want to be a person in her life.
Matt and Esp went out on a date to see RICHARD CHEESE, how perfect is that, and he had a great time. I told him at the beginning of the conversation, �I am your friend, not your sister. TELL ME EVERYTHING.� At the end of the conversation, I said, �I am your sister, not your friend. Take it slooooow.�
I get what I want, all the time, every time, except for that one time. Everything is easy; I need a challenge; I was waitlisted at my top choice law school.
�This is going to be complicated,� I said. We were baked.
�Well, we have nine drinks on the way for three people, so, yes.�
Dude, you guys, this is my life. I�m peaking. How depressing.