it's all happening

Yeah, that happened.

From: Alice Wu
Message: I'm drinking in the ihop bathroom. If you ever doubted my level of classiness here is something
My Friends = Love

Themed Rockstar, our little shindig gave me every reason to wear an expired condom in my hair. Anyway, that is not my concern. What I’m curious about, though, is how I contorted my body to position my leg to be all the way up in Adam’s business. Or why I thought it was ever okay to look like this in a picture.

November 22

That too.

Roommate 1: So, I think our party died when we ran out of mixers.
Roommate 2: Or when someone pulled out a knife.

October 19

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Recently, I:
1. Went out with all the roommates for the first time.
2. Made a mature grownup cake for Rachel’s 24th.
3. Trekked up to Napa to test out Mumm and Alpha Omega.
4. Snuck into Shoreline Amphitheater.
5. Climbed a roof.
6. Attended the kickball Halloween pub crawl.
7. Started to really love California.

October 15

alice & her roommates… i’m on the right.

this is why i love pat grady.

(via wujessica)

October 7

We’re assholes.

October 5

You see the guy behind me? Apparently, sometime after I threw up and died at my birthday party he tried to steal something from our fridge and hid it underneath his sweatshirt. By the shape of the mass underneath his sweatshirt, the most reasonable guess was that he was trying to steal our Crown or Patron, right? No. No, he did not steal any alcohol. This kid tried to steal our half-eaten Costco rotisserie chicken. I miss all the good things on my birthday. Which is probably what is supposed to happen.

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We're going on Friday.

AW: I want to go sake bombing soon.
JH: I've decided that sake is the devil
AW: How did you come to that conclusion?
JH: Pearl harbor.

September 22

Don’t be fooled by the Audacious apricot ale I have in my hand. Seven of these later and I died around 1am. Of course, conveniently, I passed out right in front of the hotel room without a key or friend in sight only to be nudged by a semi-maybe-because-I’m-drunk-cute hotel employee asking if I were a guest. I remember I kept referring to myself as ‘we’ only to confuse this poor guy. We don’t have a key, but we promise our stuff is inside! (Do you see your friend right now?) Anyway, who knew old luggage tags and a picture ID could work your way into a hotel room you’re not even registered to? I do now.

September 21

Phoenix at The Warfield last Thursday.