It's over, sweetie. You were one of my best friends, I trusted you with everything. I trusted you to drive me home after a night of drinking, I listened to you on the phone for hours when you and Cam broke up, we spent most of the last summer hanging. Now, you can trust me to put you in jail. I hope you get your fucking life together, and figure out who really means anything to you, now that you've lost all of our mutual friends over this. If I can't put you in jail, theres gonna be no end to the destruction I will unleash. You should have thought about this, maybe all the coke has gone to your brain, maybe you've just finally gone off the deep end. But this time, you've messed with the wrong teenage girls.
On a completely different note, we had our second party this weekend. It was excellent- kind of reminiscent of a high school party, with way more alcohol and way crazier people. I found out some people are a hell of a lot of fun when before I thought they were bitches- aka job well done, self and housemates. Next weekends gonna be OFF THE CHAIN [lol kyle], it's kyles birthday! and some friends are leaving for the mil so they need a send off.
Other events:
Smoking with kyle for the first time in a long time, very enlightening. "Dude, Katey, this is the first time we've smoked in foreverrrr"
"Yeah, except for when Bianca falls asleep"
"So basically everytime we just smoke together"
Drinking with the neighbors- first tequila drink, very excellent.
