Last week I had to send an email to my roomate’s boyfriend:
Title:
Do not be alarmed…
Subject:
…when you come to our apt on Saturday night, and our couch is PINK. No, a burglar did not break in and tie die the couch. It's a long story. Well, its not really, I basically apparently can’t do laundry. But there is vod in the freezer and olives in the fridge. See you both next week.
Last week the couch changed because of domestic stupidity. This week, because I am sitting at home on a Friday night watching/renting an embarrassing movie and just got lazy.
To make matters worse, I am not only watching a Rom-Com, but a really bad one. “Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner” (classic). “Guess who?” (comedy). “Family Wedding” (The knock off of the remix that I can’t believe/am sadly satisfied that I just paid $4.99 for).
I also hate how much this ridiculously stereotypical movie only reminds how much I truly love and am obsessed with Mariachis.
To top it all off, today, my diet has consisted of: Fruit, 4 giant cookies, 7 spoonfuls of rotel dip, a Corona light, ½ bag of chips, 2 glasses of wine, 2 string cheeses, a few (FINE, more than a few) spoonfuls of Ben and Jerry’s.
So I’m officially off the deep end, in every respect. But thankfully, not literally, or else I’d sink.
And they call Friday night "date night...."
