The other day I met an old lady from India. She wasn’t Indian though, she was british. And so cute. She used phrases like, ‘she’s lovely!’ and, ‘that’s just dreadful’. She told me about how she met her husband. I told her about some relationships. She said, ‘those kind of things make for great stories’. Then told me she was writing her autobiography and I told her I was too, kind of. She loved me because I read a lot of books. We talked about books for a while. I hope I’m her when I grow up.

Anyway, tonight was a riot. It's St. Patrick's Day. I drank a little bit but not much. Mostly just smoked. My roommate, Tess... I really hate her. She thinks we're friends so she invited herself to the party at Amanda's and she was like, 'can you drive me?' I figured, whatever. So she gets wasted and pees in Amanda's cat's litter box and pukes everywhere. I hate her so much.

I drove her home then went back to Amanda's. I can't wait until she moves out.