Or rather, my dinner was amazing. I made myself some pasta with vodka sauce and melted cheddar cheese with some homemade bean salad and green salad. And a coke. Delicious.
All I'm missing is some wild, raunchy sex. Alex, come here.
Aaaanyway, let's not dwell. For some reason, I'm unusually excited about Beer and Booty tonight, aka Bryson and Noah's house party. I don't even like parties that much.
-hold on-
That was weird. Loud animal noises just started crescendoing outside my window. Scary animal noises. Like raptor noises as they attack and rip apart their prey. Window is now closed and my blinds are down. Nothing more to worry about.
Back to the party. Maybe this is an extreme form of procrastination. I don't want to work (and I have sooo much) and so I put on makeup, brush my hair, basically waste time. It's like I'm pretending that I really need these four hours to get ready for the party. So either I'll look really hot or super overdone by the time I get there. It's pretty safe to go with the second. I better get back to my nails.
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