Shit life.

Three days of constant debauchery and trouble causing. Rolled into school today: achey champagne teeth, dirty face, insane hair and clothes, mouth like death, and a bloody nose. Haven't eaten in thirty six hours. Audrey and I hugged in studio and tried to assure each other we weren't completely horrible people. "We're not great people, but we're not awful."


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"My dress is too short for this," I said. "Oh well. I'm doing it anyway."

Sunday - drawing party, which quickly collapsed in a real shit storm. Breaking the toilet, then Olga trying to use the toilet while Jess is peeing, then fixing the toilet (yer welcome) to come out and find Olga on the kitchen floor, throwing up into a bucket. "Yeah.... that really couldn't have been scripted any better."