You're my Achilles heel

Welp, you know why I'm making this.

That's right. I haven't blogged in forever, it's 4am, and I'm fucking hammered.

Oh, and you're not answering my texts.
It's okay though. I know why. I'm not offended.

BUT I AM DRUNK WOO.

Remember how last year I made 40 blogs? This year I'll be lucky if I make 30.

I stopped blogging so much, though, because of the idea that I was on the phone talking to the only reason I updated this blog. Like, seriously. I update it because... well, because I can and god knows I have a lot to say. BUT WE'RE FRIENDS BLOG.

Apparently, I'm gonna type in caps.

WOO WOO WOO.

So, I'm beginning to have seconds thoughts about this living arrangement. It's not that I don't like Sam. It's just that I feel like she might be one of those people that I just can't live with. We're not compatible as roommates. I guess we'll see, though.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to play video games where timing is key when you're drunk? It's hard, man. Very hard.

How are you, blog. It's been awhile. Please, explain your texts. No, really. I'm curious. I want to laugh at you. =).

Oh, and I've been trying to work on Truth a little bit lately. I've been promoted to being in charge of XPW, but I'm going to try to take one of the next weeks off (and not play video games the whole time) and finish it. I know I've said that a lot. But with the new season, both myself and a special friend of mine are feeling pony-rejuvenated. I'll let you know when it's up because, let's be honest, it likely won't be til next year.

By the way, the passive-aggressive texts? Not for you, blog. For a stupid person who I'm not supposed to give a fuck about because she kind of sucks are being friends. What can I say? I can't give up on people. Not even the shitty ones, sometimes. But we've all seen that. Thank god for not-shitty-somewhat-mildly-awesome friends.

Yeah, I found out that Janice is super jealous all the time of her recluse-like girlfriend. This means that it makes sense that Sammy deletes her tweets. Also means I'm still fucking terrified of Janice. God help me if I ever find myself in Saint Cloud. (Though, I'd like to find myself there. It'd be fun! But... I'm not going alone. Please don't make me go alone.)

And, by the way, blog, you won by default. Zoe it is.

Oh, and, happy 100th post to me!

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