So over, the weekend our first pet as roommates died unexpectedly on our steps. It was a sad day. RIP snaily, I hope you got in to heaven (unless you’re still on your way.)

http://textsfromlastnight.com/Text-Replies-38122.html

haha, they accepted one of angis texts i submitted. of course they did, that girls a god damn comedian.

There are very few things in this world that I am 100% sure of, but how my night will play out is one of them:

1.) Angi and I will get home from our separate engagements around 8 and eat dinner..probably laughing until we choke while eating it

2.) Angi will do some weird dance or sing the wrong lyrics to some song

3.) We’ll go on the stoop and smoke a cigarette, and try to talk about our days but will inevitably talk about boys

4.) We’ll come back in and look in the cabinet or refrigerator a few time because we’re still hungry, but then we’ll give up and put our pajamas on

5.) We’ll then watch Friday Night Lights. We will then proceed to cry, laugh, blush and say “This show is CRAZYYYYY!!!” and ”Matt is soooo cute!!!”

6.) About 20 minutes in to the show Angi will start doing push ups

7.) After we get our FNL fix, we might wash our face and brush our teeth (can’t promise anything)

8.) We’ll both go in our rooms to go to sleep. This is when I’ll hear Angi in her room saying “oh my god!” or “what!?!” and then “Paula come here!!” This will go on for a while. Then we’ll go to sleep

- A Paula original

A special thanks to Netflix instant and Brian Colin Foley

Dear Paula,

Because you have headphones in, sucked into the deepest end of YouTube music videos, you missed my latest song.

“I drink so much water, I can pee every five minutes..

                            and it’s a big pee!”

Carry on,

Angi

analytik:

imaginezautrechose:

“American Skating Rink” Prague, 1908

I had to think for a bit how much is “60h” until it hit me.

A very serious request, answered with a simple “yes”.  P and I shared this room for five months. It was a bit tattered, thrown together, and felt just like home.  I miss looking out that window, to see the cobble stone sidewalks of Prague and the odd church in the square.

“Going to the hostel, and we’re gonnnnna share bunk beds, yea yea!”

Last night in Berlin, Germany 2011. For a more detailed account, see: http://angiiiii.tumblr.com/