12th
throwing tv’s off railroad bridges
I’m very bored today. I want a margarita. and ice cream. Hold on a sec…
just got ice cream, so I no longer want that.
It’s 87 degrees in my room. I’m sweating like a hog. Yuck.
The cat we rescued from the tree has not been to the house in over three weeks, according to roommate reports. How rude. I think I misjudged that cat. Seems rotten to the core.
87.7 degrees.
Chris went to the pool, and while sliding down the waterslide, screamed like a little girl. This is, mind you, according to sarah. He didn’t exactly deny it, so I choose to believe. I think she’s teaching him to knit right now. Man oh Man.
Tried to get sarah to go get margarita mix and tequila. She doesn’t seem to be falling for it. On to the next option. I need to get drunk.
88.2
It’s almost 8 pm. Why is it going up?
