okay, i realize that on a certain level, this was the coolest thing that’s ever happened?
but kate moving in with me for two months? is seriously runner up for the following reasons:
10. five words: Two. Month. Long. Bachelorette. Party.
9. putting both beds in one room and using the other as a MASSIVE CLOSET.
8. drunk joint blogging.
7. shoes. shoes. SHOES.
6. going out on Jean Mini Skirts of Style and Doom Stunning Sprees.
5. TROIKA NIGHTS.
4. did i mention the shoes?
3. sitting on the floor of the living room, surrounded by liquor bottles, MAKING UP DRINK NAMES AND THE DRINKS TO GO WITH THEM. i’ve already decided there needs to be a “Troikasm”.
2. having one of your best friends magically turn into the world’s most flexible roommate who’ll crash at your pad in the months between old-roommate-leaving and new-roommate-of-love arriving.
1. agjnfajfnasfSHOESkasjgnaskjdfnDRINKSsagjnskjfgMINISKIRTSksjfns
kjfndKATEKATEKATEOMGKATE.
that is all. let the mayhem begin.
NO REST FOR THE WICKED
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Why do I suddenly get the impression that my arrival in New York will be similar to being the first arrival to an island after the passing of a hurricane?
Eerily quiet, the path of destruction clearly visible, and people tangled in the wreckage moaning, ‘What happened? What happened?’.
because that’s EXACTLY WHAT IT WILL BE LIKE.
the mystery will be: will shoes be strewn EVERYWHERE from a STORM of last-minute use? or will they all have MYSTERIOUSLY DISAPPEARED at the same time i’ll have taken my leave?