inebriated conversations about Middle Eastern politics at house parties. hijacking the computer to play Shaabi music. I guess I am that girl now.
inebriated conversations about Middle Eastern politics at house parties. hijacking the computer to play Shaabi music. I guess I am that girl now.
Today:
Part of me was like ‘Should I check on Morgan?’ The other half of me was like ‘Jasmine, go to bed!’Roomie Jazzy
(and by Today I mean The Past Forty Eight Hours)
Stream of consciousness, set, GO!
Probably because I have been drunk for all of it mostly except for when I went farming with a weird weird combination of people and platonically re-connected with one of my most entertaining hookups from last year (Bird-Boy for y’all that remember…) and then there were sheep and I was hanging with the football team and drunk showers are weird, now I am listening to Lana Del Ray and I miss someone who I do not know when I will see again, and I don’t know what pants I want to wear, so I went on tumblr. I love the internet. Technology freaks me out? But mostly I just want to spoon with someone beautiful and have them tell me everything is ok, and then in the morning we will leave our three roomed cabin and go for walks in the wilderness and I will live off the land and drink tea and read books and never be sad again.
The end. (a fairy tale by Morgan.)
Edit: People somewhere nearby are listening to Party Rock un-ironically and I am almost out of eye liner. WHAT IS THIS WORLD.
drunk and watching shitty 90’s movies via youtube this is really great. Also all my weekend goals have been met. this is great. Also I made a really delicious chili tonight and the dried peppers I used as spices are burning my hands still. too lazy to turn off the lights but Romy and Michele’s high school reunion seems like a great cinema choice for tonight, because the woman who played baby bowler (Janeane Garofalo) on Mystery Men is in it and she is rullllll hot. so.
JAGER BOMBS? MORE LIKE JAGER BLANKETS, AM I RIGHT? I CAN’T EVEN FEEL MY FACE RIGHT NOW I’M SO COMFORTABLE. WHERE’S MY PHONE? I HAVE TO CALL TARA AND TELL HER HOW DRUNK I AM.
and watching eragon. this is a bad bad idea. also i convinced someone i was from the czech republic today cause i am that awesome. he was a supa creep. Friday nights with good friendz are da besssssst.