fuck fuck fuck

sell fifteen dollar cigars to the elmhurst elite (shitty, shitty, sexist heart surgeons), read cigars for dummies, watch tv, smoke cigarettes, drink wine, blog my little heart out, play lottery scratch offs, experiment with mini blow torches, eat pizza, etc. etc. etc.

i want cake it’s harry’s birthday i want cake

also, i work at the cigar shop now. during the down time you’ll find me watching the olympics and smoking cigarettes, maybe napping on the couch.

today i WEEDED a GARDEN at megan kirby’s house, a piece of property which will forever only be referred to as such. this guy i went to high school created a website and it reminded me of how dr. ron says mark zuckerberger

• get out of bed and go to work
• fix car
• set up interview with “meg and me” or whatever the fuck
• set up interview with australian consulate
• write 1. thrift guide 2. stereotypes
• apply to timeout chicago internship
• clean room
• do laundry
• go grocery shopping
• hang out with megan before she leaves
• git mor slep