her mom likes to make cookies and i like to eat her mom?s cookies?

i do admit i have a lot of updates and writings to post out of my travel journal, but i?ve been extraordinarily lazy since i got back. and i keep waking up at freaking 3:30 in the morning. wth, jesus? i?m not in freaking europe anymore.

in sports today, i asked megan to officially move in with me. she raised her eyebrow and said, ?haven?t i pretty much already?? i raised an eyebrow right back and said, ?well, it certainly seems like all of your stuff has.? then i said ?ow,? and rubbed my recenlty bruised shoulder. this girl has fists like lightning. seriously though, we?re sort of sickenly co-dependent. wait. fuck that. we?re co-awesome. still in a way that sickens you though. so awesome you can?t handle it so it makes you queasy and sickly. sissy.

she told her mom she was moving out and they both started crying. she told her dad and he threatened my life. (jokingly?) i gave them both a nice bottle of wine. it cost me five dollars.

and i?m wearing a pair of underwear i bought in italy. honestly, those italians really know how to treat their gonads.