God I hate when my housemate’s boyfriend is here he’s such a douche and they have no filter about what’s appropriate to do in front of other people. I’m recovering from a stomach flu the last thing I want to see right now is her stripping down and getting a sensual baby oil massage from him in the middle of the loungeroom.
I’m awake being sick at 4:30am at my boyfriend’s house and I feel like crap and really don’t know how to handle the situation.
Went to an art exhibition opening last night w/ housemate and boyfriend, work today walking around the city for 6 hours straight and soon I’m going to drive to the Barossa and drink lots of gin with my favourite people and I’m excited. Good weekend hooray!
does high emily dare watch american horror story while she’s home alone and will be all night?