Texts
“Wow ok btw I was explaining to Katie how she should space out her molly intake so it wouldn’t fuck with her dopamine levels and shit and Lauren jumps in the conversation and goes ‘WHO ARE YOU, DR. WHO?’
Like bitch what? Do you know what that is
LIKE? OK YEA I TRAVEL THROUGH TIME JUST TO INFORM PEOPLE ABOUT HOW TO TAKE ECSTASY.
I got so angry I had to look away. AND I DON’T EVEN WATCH THAT SHOW.”
I watch that show and am that guy because it’s just the doctor; who is not his surname and you spell out the freaking word.
Tonight turned into a group of legal adults blowing bubbles in a place decorated with Ed Hardy posters and a pharaoh statue
Gpoy
Out of context texts time. My favorite posts.
I’ve developed a taste for half-burnt toast, half-slightly-warmed bread since I do not seem to have the intelligence to work an 8$ toaster.
I’ve been off of the internet for a few days because school is something that I have to pay attention to, but these are a few out of context text-related things that I really liked.
Don’t put bananas in a mini fridge
Everything tastes like banana.
Banana water is GROSS.
Banana poptarts are gross.
Banana cheese is gross.
Banana coffee is gross.
Banana salad is gross.
Banana watermelon is gross.
I should have posted this closer to when it actually happened, but I think it’s appropriate now, too, since departures have begun.
Most of Thursday and Friday was spent in Pentwater, Michigan. A lot of fun and some not-fun and rain happened: Mean Girls with the DVD previews without a remote, never-ending strobe lights, blue on beige, early evening group naps, BBC America news (“What kind of hell is this?!”), dizzy spells, Olympic wrestling (and rhythmic gymnastics and marathon swimming and more), PBS painting, pillow blankets, six gallons of water…
Happy birthday Taylor and Piet!
One day, answering the phone with, “Ey, bitch” is really going to bite me in the ass.
Today is not that day.
I haven’t had a bloody nose in like, more than three weeks.
Maybe life is going to be OK.
Sometimes I’m just so proud of whom I choose to be in fb messages.
