Just Call Me Courtney, Love That Is.

Maybe I drank a lot of white wine, maybe I didn't. I'll never tell. 

Side-note: I'm sitting in bed and I just got a whiff of your scent. Creepy, I know. But I'm sure you'll appreciate it. 

ANYWAY: So I was sitting alone downstairs, watching Intervention and drinking wine (Yea I'm an awful person I know, And the chick was a wino.) And then I took a break outside (NOT to smoke a cigerette even though I'm sick, I'm going to go ahead and leave my bad spelling of a cancer stick, thus proving I am not  a real smoker because I can't spell it) ANYWAY: It finally hit me. I mean, You're just a hop, skip and a few nautical stars away. :) I am going to be an ENTIRE days drive away, and not even a fun drive. 

I mean I was sitting alone thinking about this: 

Britt wrote at 11:59pm "you're crying over a lot of things right now. you're crying because you're lactose-intolerant. you're crying because your uggs are fake. you're crying because you have to move back into your parent's house. you're crying because amanda's wearing a onesie. you're crying because you want laventina's. you're crying because your roots are growing out..." I mean Who else in my life, After I pushed them, tried to choke out my roommate, made out with a total tool bag (who also shagged a roommate) and generally made a complete and total ass of themselves. Would take the time to make me feel better about my Courtney Love meltdown.  What if I have another one? I guess this means I'm just going to have to hurry up, find a job, make lots of money and get my ass back here. I'll miss you boo. But remember, We'll always have ichat. (Don't worry I hear your little voice going ""Oh GOD" in my head.) <3 xoxxo Smash