OHHH MOTHER OF PEARL I just reached to my bedside table for some water and accidentally gulped down some Skol gin. When did I put that there? Oh God. Oh wow. See, this is why I need a maid. (Not so someone would pick up things, but so I would have someone to blame things like this on-- "The maid left a half full glass of gin next to the bedside table! That fucking maid! Fuck!" or "The maid kept hitting snooze this morning and made me late to work!")
Except I wouldn't actually blame her because deep down I'd know that drunk Jennifer was probably to blame for things like this. Drunk Jennifer, that little bitch. Lux likes to refer to her drunk self as a completely different person, like "God damn Drunk Lux! She fell last night and tore a tendon, and now I have to fucking deal with it! That slut!"
We're going to think up new names for our drunk selves, as they are entirely different people. You should do this too.
Campus has iced over, both literally (the weather) and socially (the parties). Finals have kept anyone from wanting to binge drink with me, so I've basically taken to eating sour candy and watching movies all day. I can't wait til my out-of-state boys get back so I can commence my traditional winter break flings. These are the best as they require zero commitment since both people understand that the long distance thingy isn't an option.
