A conversation via text, severely paraphrased:
J: Did you find your keys?P: Nope. I'm still roaming the streets homeless (2 days later).J: Ooo that sux.P: Yup now I have to go to class in what I was wearing Saturday night. Aka 5 inch heels. When my roommate and I finally found each other, I did a little dance and she was like "Don't do that, that's how you get raped." Now I'm pregnant.J: Hahaha damn. Sleep on that weird bench we ate pop rocks on. If you pop out a baby on that bench, you will have truly marked your territory.P: Bench-squatting pregnant lady in stripper heels? Actually that sounds like a pretty good life! Excellent idea!
P: Man I'm killin' it this morning, and I'm not even out of bed. Aren't you supposed to be working?J: I am! You are distracting me!
Pattaya Hongsmatip: distracting people and preventing them from doing real work since 1990.
In other news, I think I got sick from getting stuck in the rain the other night. I am not well...