Bonjour mon petite drunk.
So, you are in montreal right now drunk off your tits. I’m sitting in my cousins room surrounding by a talking, moving panda and the most pink i have ever seen in my life. Who has the cooler life? I hate to break it to you, but I’m winning by a landslide here clearly. He still doesn’t have his phone back. I am going a little tiny bit nutso. Its alright though, because you just texted me this “Wwe axknowlegdged rahother” exactly. Good thing we are best friends, and I understand drunk or that would have made noooo sense. Anyways, he doesn’t have a phone, I want to cry a tiny bit. But its okay because I went and test drove (!!!!!!!!) my car today. Its a dinky thing. But I don’t care because when you press the gas it moves forward, when you press the break it stops, when you turn the volume up it goes loud and the A/C and heat work. I’m all set. So, when you fly down I will be able to peel into the airport parking lot and shove yo shit in the back and peel out of there in my own car. Listen to me talking like I have the car already. Knowing my life my parents will get me all amped up and then be like “uhm no.” and I’ll end up taking the bus for the rest of my life like my grandmother.
I’ve reached the point where I want to crawl out of my own skin. I’ve been here for 5 days, so that seems to fit the timeline. If my calculations are correct, I will feel like I want to crawl out of my own skin until I a) find some new friends( i pray to God every night to bring me friends) b) get a boyfriend ( neva eva gonna happen, I’ve decided to join a convent after I go out and party myself to rehabilitation level) c) move back to ottawa ( cross yo fingas) d) come visit/you come here ( this will most likely be the remedy me thinks)
Starbucks sucks here. Just so you know. So when you come, you are gonna need to pack about 87 chai lattes to make up for their glorious absense in my life.
On a final note: Its sad, but I’ve come to depend on the autocorrect my Mac just does for me. Tumblr doesn’t have the spell check. I have no faith in my spelling abilities. So if I’ve spelt 87% of the words wrong, just nod along like you know what I’m talking about.