My Mama never warned me about my own destructive appetite...

Sooo we did it again. My alcoholic roommate and myself spent last night with a bottle of wine and cigarettes, talking about life, philosophy, happiness, and Fitzgerald. We love to think and express ourselves, so conversations between us are full of new insights and big vocabulary - and music! The quote above is from the Jenny Lewis song, Happy. We had it on repeat at some point last night! Great song. By the time the bottle was empty and the cigarettes smoked, we tied into the forty of rum in the freezer. Needless to say I missed my eight o'clock class this morning!

I have summer on the mind, can you tell?  :)  (although I am NOT complaining about the winters here in Montreal, they are so mild and amazing!!)