Just spent the weekend with some college homies at an amazing beach house in Pismo. I am sunburnt and full of beer and food and my sides ache from laughing. I had such a good time.
Only thing is, now I’m home and my mom is blaring 70s music and trying to get me to paint baseboards and move all my furniture out of my room because we’re getting new carpet this week and all I want to do is watch Harry Potter. This is making me cranky.