comments from sunday evening:
thesoggypeanut (8:56:52 PM): even my frehsman year roommate
thesoggypeanut (8:56:53 PM): i was changing
thesoggypeanut (8:56:54 PM): and she was like
thesoggypeanut (8:56:56 PM): do you want me to leave?
thesoggypeanut (8:56:57 PM): and i was like
thesoggypeanut (8:56:57 PM): wtf
thesoggypeanut (8:56:58 PM): no
thesoggypeanut (8:57:02 PM): i want u to compliment my ass
thesoggypeanut (8:57:03 PM): hahahahahaha
thesoggypeanut (8:57:10 PM): which is what u and britt would do
comments from tuesday evening:
Dear Amy Morgan,
I'm at work composing this lengthy wall post in lieu of editing an article about big penises. We also just had a 30-minute editorial meeting about douchebags. My journalistic integrity is off the charts.
So let's recap the past three days: My living room flooded, my roommate's puppy pooped all over the kitchen, I slept in stranger's bed after eating a stranger's pizza who I found on the street (so much for not eating eating food of people I don't know), and I tried to dance on an elevated surface by myself but it just didn't the same effect without seven other retards doing it with me.
Basically, my sanity correlates to the amount of time we spoon on a daily basis, WHICH HAS BEEN NONE, FOR OVER A MONTH, AND IT'S NOT OKAY.
Love and soggy street vendor gyros that aren't as half as good or cheap as the ones from Gyromania,
Your BFF,
Teresa Wu
I MISS CYPRUS
