If it wasn't for language we would make sense.

I made a severely flawed choice to move into an apartment with an ex as well as a current girlfriend. It was only supposed to be temporary but plans changed and it looked like the apartment wasn’t going to ever be just ours. Not only that but we realized we were hanging around with people who talked about one another and then turned around and hung out the very same night. Which is fine, but I am way to paranoid to fit into that.
Anyways, in a huge rush Lia and I went to look at apartments. We found one on Tuesday and moved in today (Thursday). It’s a garden level apartment which I was really iffy on but we do have windows and our own patio which is so cute. It’s also huge. Biggest Albany apartment I’ve been in. The downside is the effing carpet. Why on earth would a landlord put carpet in? Its like, here, did you want to know what slobs the previous tenants were? Or here, we are attaching a dead skin and every horrible scent collector to your floor. Also, to add to that, the girl before us had TWO cats. She also never cleaned AND I think had an addiction to burning all of the Yankee candles at once. Lia is already allergic to the carpets but I’m pretty sure my landlord will get rid of them. She has already put in two ceiling fans and told us she will buy us a new oven. She is great. Moving was the best choice. I seriously already feel more like myself again!

Also if you don’t want to have sex with Lana del Rey something is wrong with you.

Unless, of course, you’ve watched any of her interviews because she isn’t really intelligent at all.

Also, “video games” isn’t a metaphor for anything. She dated a dude who always played video games and that’s all it is about.

I just had sex while eating Popsicles.

Sticky hands, no fucks given.

First set of stitches. Going to be my first real scar. No more Carlo sangria for me.

Because it is ironic that the person you want to make the happiest is the same one you are the most capable of making upset.