Now, not so much. There's an empty, numb spot where the sharp pain used to be. I guess maybe I reached an age where I no longer see the necessity of pleasing absolutely everyone, or going out of my way to secure a friendship with someone. I mean, not that I am just rejecting all my peeps left and right. But if you don't want to chill I guess I won't chase after you. It is rather liberating. Now my only true worries are linked to my responsibilities. Mainly, rent moneez. And how to secure they make it to Ryan's pocket on time.
Last night we had a mini bbq. By mini I mean it was just Ryan, Casey and me. We were outnumbered by hotdogs. It was delicious. It was first planned out to be a James Franco Appreciation night, and I had brought over 3 disks of Freaks and Geeks as well as 127 hours... which we were gonna watch first but bitched out because ... well, we didn't feel like crying. I think I got them all addicted to Freaks and Geeks though, which I am happy about. I really wish that cunt hadn't stolen all of Avenue Video's Undeclared though. Who does anyways? Whaaaat a cunt.
All is well though, I'm going to plan out a monthly budget from this paycheck on, and figure out a way to live comfortably. Aaaaaaand waste more time on polyvore, of course:
oh, in a perfect world. this is what I would be wearing to work today :(
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