Thanks to my super awesome stalking skills, I found out he has a girlfriend! Ha, go me! FML.
On the same note, who doesn’t love Jojo‘s remix of Marvin’s Room by Drake. Yeah.
Fuck that new girl that you like so bad
She’s not crazy like me I bet you like that
I said fuck that new girl that’s been in your bed
And when you’re in her I know I’m in your head
I mean, I’m just saying you can do better
Always turned you out every time we were together
Once you had the best boy, you can’t do better
Baby I’m the best so you can’t do better
And Chris Brown‘s is pretty sick too.
Especially when you’re the one sending them out. Even worse when you weren’t even drunk. Oops. I was bored. Sorry if I ever got your hopes up!
Yeah. I seemed to think it was a cool idea to drink and party for 5 out of the 7 days of this week. I came to a brutal realization this morning that my life is NOT a Ke$ha song. Or Lady Gaga’s “Just Dance” song. Or even more closely related, Katy Perry‘s song, “Last Friday Night (TGIF)”. Seriously. I need to detox. My body is so exhausted. I can’t even eat real food or beverages anymore. FML.
Pictorials from birthday extravaganza weekend part 1 (part 2 to commence this Friday):
Seb’s house party. I wait every year for this party because I can literally drunkenly stumble home. I was sad because the cops came and broke up the party at like 1am and forced everyone inside which erupted an awesome Bruno Mars singalong. And I met a childhood friend! Win.
Bianca’s birthday! Too much fun…from what I can remember. As you can see, I DID make it into Republic. Leaving is something I don’t remember. But I do remember the curb. And the random Meditteranean food. Flash of a cab. Destroying the cab. And then waking up to my credit card missing (which my neighbour found but by then I had already cancelled the card — and for a good reason). Yeah. All this happened like by 1am.
I blame this ALL on Ke$ha. But all in all, good times as always! Can’t wait to do it all (almost all) again this weekend!