Fuck Da Rest: An Addendum

Okay, so you may remember an entry from a week or so ago, talking about how crazypants it was going to be to move in with my friend Abi post-graduation. Apparently, it was too crazypants to handle. Thus, we're not living together.

I wasn't going to blog about this because I thought it would be kind of livejournal-esque, but after a million glasses of wine last night and a heart to heart convo, Abi insisted that I write one. She said to just write that even though we're not living together anymore, we still love each other very much. I said that's what you tell a child when you're getting a divorce. But really, that's how I regard all of you blog readers. As my children. You should probably feel loved.

Anyway, last night culminated into a drunken delight where we sat by the river, talked about gay rights, struck up a conversation with a cashier while buying beer, and yelled at the RD. I faintly remember passing out at 9:30pm after Abi stole a burger from an unguarded grill and chucked it at someone's front door.

So really, still fuck da rest.