I’m sitting in my friend Stephanie’s house with her roommates, Michelle and Ryan… 

And I’m baked as shit.

What’s up East Van.

Week two of working at the The Gourmet Warehouse.

I’ve had about maybe 50 hours of sleep in the past 15 days.

I have the worst fucking back ache of the century right now and no boy to rub it out.

My laptop won’t fucking turn on.

I keep losing packs of smokes.

I’m not getting paid from my job till the 23rd.

I met a guy and he’s rad and I can tell he likes me but I’m not attracted to him at all.

I miss my bed.

I need to edit three photo shoots before Christmas and I have another shoot on Saturday.

I need to fucking Christmas shop and it’s not looking like it’s going to happen at all.

I’m so run down right now I can’t even keep my eyes open.

FUCK.

I wanna sleep.

But in a bed.

But all I got is this terrible pull out couch on the floor in the living room.

I could have a nap in Michelle’s bed.

But then I’ll be up till forever if I get woken up.

SHIT GODDAMN!

I complain too much sometimes.