Jesus Christ, this month has been hectic. My bestie Bennett drove home for Easter to see her long-distance lover boy Blake... only to find out that he has an official girlfriend (and, no, it is not her.) Fucking PhiPsis, how typical. My friend Bianca and I have been trading off s.w. (suicide watch) and bringing Bennett loads of alcohol and cookies. Alcohol and cookies: they solve everything.
I finally think I figured out where I'm living come this next semester, meaning I don't have to resort to living in the sorority house. God, I can't imagine all the trouble I'd get into if I lived in the sorority house seeing as my main hobbies are 1)drugs, 2)sex, and 3)alcohol. Let's just say none of them go over to well in the confines of a sorority house.
Luckily I found a cute house to share with this Asian/Italian named Christine who likes to cook things. Delicious things.
The house of drugs, sex, and alcohol
That is my boyfriend Cape standing at the front door. He is an integral part of hobby #2.
I won't even tell you what I'm paying for this 1930's bungalow, because you'll probably shoot yourself in the face in a fit of jealousy.
