so i'm gonna drink my money; i'm not gonna pay his rent.

Well, that was not at all how I was planning to spend my Sunday morning. :P

B went out last night to go drinking and ( got back rather late. Cut for boring. )

Anyway, the short version is: I hate cleaning up vomit, but at least I wasn't on a moving bus with nothing but toilet paper this time.

I like B, and she definitely adds that certain something to my life, but I can't say I'm going to be sorry to move back home after graduation. ^^