A lot of women proclaim themselves Liz Lemons.
My friends do it for me.
…on a weekly basis now, it seems.
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Texts.
This is where I am right now this is my life
While I am not Vanessa, I did happen to be in on this particular mass (double?) text…:
(Source: juuliuuhh)
My afternoon. In texts:
Me: I forgot my keys. :( Want to meet up in Salem and hand them off?
Dad: Not really.
Me: I guess you’ll see me in two hours then. Apparently I’ll be home for dinner.
Me: I just drove 2 hrs to Eugene and was walking up to my building when I realized I left the keys at home. fml so bad but like… I’m hysterically laughing. And my dad refuses to meet me halfway with the keys. And I have no clothes other than the ones I’m wearing.
Vanessa: Hahahahhahahahhahahhahahhahahahahahhahahahahahahahhahahahshhahahhaha
Me: I know right?! I’m dying laughing at how stupid this is
Julia: Hahahaha dear lord. Been there. No landlord? Cry to your faja?
Me: My dad IS my landlord!!!
Vanessa: You are soo dumb!!!!!
All written while sitting in the car in my designated parking space right in front of my building laughing maniacally despite the fact I had not showered in 24+ hours, had no other clothes, needed to be in town the following night and morning after, and my dad was all for having me drive two hours back home to turn around and start all over again.
Best friends and family, everyone! Look how supportive! I love them dearly.
I have no comment other than I was watching True Blood and that show is so sexual, you should be surprised if I don’t do some critical thinking about these sorts of things.
Bucket List:
future’s looking bright, guys.
juuleeyuuh, everyone.
She is, of course, referring to our long-term plan to be backup domestic/marriage partners should we not be already accounted for by our forties. It’s an ingenious scheme, really. Not cool enough to get in on the promising pacts in middle school, we instead cashed in on an awesome same-sex relationship built on mutual love for burritos, Tina Fey, drinking, and shoes. I mean, gay marriage will probs be not a prob by the the time we’re that age anyway. (Yes, I just used “prob” in two different contexts in the same sentence. Take note.)
Here’s to being always the bridesmaids cool, drunk aunts and never the brides responsible, sober mothers. FOREVER ALONE!… together. <3
