I shall have one of these babies next year :)
awww ! they are so cute !
i miss your posts emmabutton !
Look at the house on the Right.
So I woke up in a really bad mood because it was early and I had a phone call from someone I don’t give a shit about. And I was planning on sleeping in as late as possible so Tuesday would be as short as possible so I don’t have to wait allllllll day to see Tyler. Instead, I woke up at 7:49 angry and cold, and nervous that I pissed someone (that I DO care about) off last night. But now I’m much better. I cleaned my room, took a shower, I’m about to get weed, then I’ll do some damage control with that person I care about, and then I’ll just make myself pretty this afternoon. Expect a million pictures from this week.
If you’re in my phone as “Kevin wants to get in my pants,” you should not call me before 8 am. No one should call before 8 am. Ever.
Hey Me,
Thanks for thinking of high me and opening a Sprite before you left tonight so by the time I got home the Sprite was flat and had no bubbles to hurt me. Thaaaanks.
Love,
High Me
Usually I have really awesome control and when I feel it coming I go lean against a wall and put my feet above my head, because I know how to deal with my low blood pressure/vasovagal reaction, that way I don’t have to faint around all my friends all the time and I don’t have to be embarrassed 24/7. Last night, I was fucked up, and even though I could tell I was about to pass out, I decided it was something different and asked to go outside. As Ben was walking me out, the only things I remember is taking off my coat, zigzagging through Andrew’s hallway, and having a really hard time keeping my balance, and then I was out. I woke up about five seconds later, thinking I should keep my legs closed because I was sleeping around dudes, then I heard the guys saying stuff like “Oh shit,” “Dude, what the fuck,” and my favorite was Andrew, “Save her.” Then all I wanted was to sit in the bathroom with the lights off as Andrew rubbed my back and stroked my hair. Such a surreal experience. But anyway, I want everyone to know that sometimes I pass out, and yeah, you should help me, but I def don’t want anyone to be scared about it. Kristen and Lisa were legitimately afraid that I died and Ben was freaking out and trying to get me to the hospital. Also, it’s really hard to convince people you’re totally cool when you’re high and you just fainted.
Honestly, I’ve threatened to dump boyfriends if they don’t squeeze from the bottom.
