ughughugh

I need to get my fucking life together. The apartment's a mess and I can't find any of my goddamn coffee cups. My eyes are sooooo swollen. It's a beautiful day and I'm going to be inside making bagels for minimum wage.

I need to get the fuck out of this town. Even if just for a little while. However, I'm in the Boone Squeeze - I want to go, but I'm too poor to.

And there's, you know, that whole boy situation. Man? Moy. That whole Moy situation.

Blah blah blah fucking blah. I need to get dressed.