right now... there's no tomorrow

driving home from the scurve i heard right here, right now. i really like that song. i know it's cliche, but fuck it, i'm in.

last night was night #2 for drinking at martin st.. good times were had. we recorded a new message on our voicemail and made people call to hear it. thank you for humouring me. it started out as one glass and ended up being three bottles. eek. at least there were three of us drinking. one bottle per person bsaically. rachel, as per usual, puked.

ohgosh. today was soooo crazy in hope. the guy that bought my mom's jeep was a total nutbar. unfortunately, the story does not relay via text very well.

a story that will? i got my windsheild fixed today. and they give you a rental from enterprise. d used to work there, and she was like, oh! if you get this one guy (she gave me a name, let's say Doug for the sake of the story) be mean to him because he used to say stuff like: oh, i just raped that customer. and i'm gonna rape her. i just bent that chick over. anyway, you get the idea. clearly not acceptable language. so, i was not mean, but i was cold. :o) it's a gift. turns out, after i returned the car and everything, she got two guys mixed up. turns out the guy that helped me was a super nice guy that she liked.

tomorrow i will not go to hope. i will go to the gym, work on my room, and basically chillax at home. good times kittens. good times.