I am sitting in Sam's dorm room in a vintage shirt that I bought yesterday over the clothes I wore yesterday, minus the underwear I had on yesterday. No, I did not change underwear. "What are you talking about, Sassy?" you ask. I am not wearing underwear of any variety, for last night, or early this morning - the time is not important - I spent a great deal of time in a hot tub in my underwear (yes, of course, I was wearing a thong) with Fran, Lucas, Sam, and Will, wine glass and cigarettes in hand. I dated Sam for somewhere around eight months and the most skin he ever saw of me was last night.This morning, I woke up in a house I had never been in before yesterday with people I had never met before yesterday. I could not sit on that couch any longer. Trekking out to the porch to lay in the hammock, I decided that there was a better spot in my near vicinity to relax. I spent the morning alone, sitting on a dock on a private lake with a cup of Irish coffee in one hand and a Camel 99 in the other in grungy clothes and no underwear. All I wanted was my moleskin journal to concoct some doodle of what was in my mind.
Side note: Today, I received the grade on my psychology paper I wrote the other night. I wrote it drunk. I got a 4/4.
glad to see you back up and running with your blog:
ReplyDelete1. congrats on the paper, we knew it was a winner... luckily you were finished and only obsessing over your paper by the time you were smashed- which, drunk may be an understatement, so I chose a more fitting word.
2. We need to go hot tubbing- I think going "The Swimmer" style would be hilarious.
3. When we return, you and I are going down to the river now that it is so nice out and we are smoking and catching up until our lungs collapse, so prepare.
4. Keep working at being hipster- we won't hold you to the extreme Austin standards, plus they probably don't have a blog which definitely equals major hipster points.
See you Sunday!