- Came home Friday after work, fell asleep until 1am.
- Slept in till noon on both Saturday and Sunday.
- Finally got to talk to Boyfriend … yay he’s coming back tomorrow! ?
- Re-stocked my Bonne Bell Eye Definers in Black Ink.
- Read Chasing Daylight by Eugene O’Kelly
- Found my missing press powder (in my friend’s car)!
- Went to Pop Opera again— SECOND-WORST CLUB IN THE WORLD; it’s basically Fabric but with a Caucasian (instead of Asian) crowd… I don’t even remember 686′s ventilation system being that bad.
- Ate McDonalds for the first time in months at 3am (then woke up the next morning feeling like shit).
- Sat on a tiny piece of my dog’s shit
… it was on the stairs and the lights were off and I sat right on it (I had my boots on and didn’t wanna take them off so I was crawling up the stairs to get something for a friend so my dad doesn’t bitch at me). Now there’s dog crap on a pair of my Rock and Republics… god, that was traumatizing (mostly because I ruined my jeans). - Had a lot of good LOLs and ROFLS.
- Began reading 2012 by Whitney Strieber. I totally anticipated this book and even pre-ordered it, but it sat on my bookshelf for a whole year before I even opened it.

Totally looking forward to next weekend when things will return “back to normal” a.k.a. no more partying and Boyfriend and his family will all be back in town (he’s in Vegas and most of them are in Vietnam). Yay. I felt like we haven’t had our regular bumming/chilling/pigging-out weekends (at his house or his brother’s) in months and I’m so sick of going out.













