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I got way too stoned yesterday and was talking to a friend on Houseparty and this ex popped up, from like 7yrs ago. (This fucking pandemic.) But, stoned. So I was like lol this’ll be funny.
It was like talking to a Facebook post.
It was like talking to a Facebook post.
She was all fucking nostalgic about a profoundly bad year in my life. Im still sort of in awe. Like listening to someone you knew in high school reminisce about the good days when you wanted to die.
It was fucking weird as shit. She’s asking my life and I try to say any dumb thing and get interrupted with “Lauren, you were always...” whatever the fuck or “you always hated...” Except none of the things were accurate.
I’m not saying I was a different person. I mean, one of them was I was never lazy.
Lazy is a motherfucking cornerstone of my personality.
Lazy is a motherfucking cornerstone of my personality.
Is this thing fucking loading or what? It’s been like this for an hour but if I hit A, it just goes back to start mission and then here. Again.
Oh so she was saying she tells everyone we dated.
Oh so she was saying she tells everyone we dated.
Because my tweets end up on those clickbait sites. Which is very impressive to the Facebook post I was trying to have a conversation with. And I’m very proud of me for not saying “please don’t.”
