I got blackout drunk last night and let me tell you the second half of my night must have been fucking fascinating because I got a phone call asking if “I still wanted that free tattoo of a triangle”.
My love for Daniel is really mingled with fear.
|Lauren:||You didn't bring me any presents.|
|Me:||I asked what you wanted me to bring! You said "nothing!"|
|Lauren:||So if I had said "I need presents," you would have brought me some presents?|
|Lauren:||Holy shit, is that all it's taken this whole time?!|
|Me:||The lights are flickering. Are there ghosts?|
|Weinberger:||Everything is ghosts.|
|Steven:||Jesus, all are your friends just weirdly literate busty chicks?|
|Me:||There's some big round butts in there, too.|
|Me:||That like books.|
|Me:||Books for butts!|
|Steven:||I think you have an unfair advantage.|
|Me:||It's called reading, Steven, it's what happens when you don't get high and sit in front of Netflix from 5-11 every night.|