Not really. We were just eating spaghetti and I dropped it on my pants. Of course, that would happen. Anyways, at least having my period gives me a reason to be over-emotional and bitchy…right?

We NEED to clean that apartment. Graffiti walls. BAH. 

Cap’n Homosexual (or whatever Mike calls him) goes TANNING. Please. That is too good. I can see why Homo gets a lot of sex. He is definitely a type that gays like…trendy, flammy, smart, ocd, fun, good body…he’s like the perfect gay man. But marky and i, no no no, we are the get-to-know-us-and-we-will-be-the-perfect-type-you-never-knew-you-had type. FUUUUCKKK. We are losers.

It’s unclear. What a good saying.

Remember-lamps with fork stands are the key. Mark and I were just cracking up about something and I can’t remember what it is. Oh, when he’s been the maddest at me. I want to know so we can heal our ugly patches. Because I lOvE hiM. <3

Peace, Love, and Frida Kahlo,

MaurrrEAN.