Saturday, July 19, 2008

A drunken note to my roommate

Dear roommate,

I am so sorry that I opened the Westin peanuts that undoubtedly cost $10 on your tab. But you and I = trouble. The good kind. And peanuts were required in place of the falafel I didn't get to have. And I so needed.

(Holy fuck tyoing is hard.)

You know you want these bad boy peanuts, so go for it.

I love you. Like for real. Zzzzzzzz must go deal with the spins and the fact that my fingers don'e kno what to do. Must go deal with the shakyt spins now. Fuuuuuuuuck

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