#estabstarters

So, uh, went and laid down for a nap a few hours ago.. woke up on the kitchen floor. I think I've been sleep walking? This is the second time now.

Apparently, doing the Shmoney dance every time someone says the word ’week’ is a bad look. I was just trying to spice up people’s lives.

All I want to do today is play the Kim K game and eat fries. The only thing I'm missing though, is some fries. So. Who's going to be an absolute babe and bring me them? I'll do anything, honestly... Not if it's explicit, though.

Today was the first day my mom and I have had a solid, tear-free conversation since I left a few weeks ago. That was on her end, of course; I successfully disguised my hangover-induced headache, so I guess we both accomplished something. 

Well, after having a quite eventful experience with lost and mishandled luggage, I've finally arrived. Remind me to never use those airlines again.

Do you ever get into a car with a destination in mind, but before you know it, you're lost and you realize you've ended up in an entire different state? Because they may have happened to me, and it may have taken me two days to find my way back, but I'm here now. I've got this.

Do I ever feel tired of being tired? 'Cause honestly, I feel like if I carry on doing nothing all day, I'll probably catch a cold? From, you know, excitement withdrawal. I'm just        I'm definitely not used to not doing anything thrilling for this long. Sure, caramel lattes and songwriting is heaven on earth to me, but I want to do something exciting. Like, surfing, or diving, or going to a fair and eating my weight in cotton candy, or going on a cruise, or going to a neon party, or just a club with someone awesome, maybe skydiving, spending a million dollars on shoes, or flying out somewhere for just two hours because yes, private jets, and yes, champagne. Just       I'm kind of tired of the usual queue with old ladies in yoga pants everywhere I go, cheap pick up lines, and people who call me Fallon. I need excitement, I need inspiration.

I haven't been out in LA for so long, so to fix that I took up one of my friend's offer and went to this club with her        and as soon as she ditched me to get all up on some random dude with this really not proportional or flattering beard, a fuckton of guys decided to try to get me to go back to their parents’ deserted “mansion” with them. I mean, after a long day, I wasn’t all that into it. So hey, here's a tip from me: if a boy or anyone asks you to give them your number, text REDCROSS to 90999, and he’ll donate 10 dollars to victims of a natural disaster. Red Cross just got about an extra 100 dollars last night        not including the boys that tried numerous times to get a reply from “me.”