I know I've already talked about this, but I want to reiterate.
And here's why:
Need I say more?
Speaking of YouTube videos that show animals doing absolutely unspeakable things - Elle, Gem, Mischa, Jane, Aaron and I spent the better half of last Saturday night Googling that very phrase. In the middle of Chelsea Bar. While drinking.
Yes. I'm thinking the same thing as you; thank God I found these people in high school. If not, by now I'd definitely be the kind of crazy person who stays home by themselves at night Googling 'Octopus Porn'. And I can't imagine anything worse than having to watch THIS kind of stuff on my own:
Snake sex is so much better with friends.
Thankfully, Roseville College seems to have harboured a group of girls who are just as emotionally retarded as me:
...Maybe more so.
On a completely different note, since Alex and Richie are taking a Central Coast getaway this week, Boyfriend is staying at the Cope Street apartment in a gallant effort to keep me from dying of boredom. Romantic, no?
Here is a brief excerpt from our first night 'living together':
Boyfriend: Wanna research male escort groups?
Me: Hell yes.
We're an unusual couple.
I know I've never actually lived with a guy before, and I know it's only been a week, but I can already tell you one thing with 100% confidence:
Shaving cream. No no, not just shaving cream. Menthol shaving cream. It felt like my legs were brushing their teeth. I'll admit at first I felt pretty weird about it - mostly because I was also shaving my legs with a men's razor. Remember that time I decided to try buying a guy's razor blade because of my theory that they give a closer shave? They do, and I'm a genius, but still. First the Gilette, now I'm using menthol shaving cream...I'm either on the cusp of discovering the best beauty secret since Sally Hansen's airbrush spray, or I'm a gay guy trapped in a woman's body. Either way, my legs look fabulous.