God I love my friends. The thought of moving out of Chicago and not being surrounded by these people devastates me. But west coast thanksgiving with Andy would make it worthwhile.

Still though. I got a solid group of amazing friends here. I’d miss a lot of people.

Too many decisions to make.
Too many drinks consumed tonight.
Too many slices of pizza.

I need to stop drinking and over eating while drunk. 10 pounds need to be shed.

For now, I’ll pass out next to Thayer on this uncomfortable pull out couch bed. I’ll worry about the rest tomorrow. Soberly.

I love you Chicago. I love you and the people you house.

What a fucking great weekend.

I got to spend 2 days doing what I love most- food photography. Learned so much from the new food stylist, bonded like crazy with the prop stylist (who wouldn’t stop raving to me about how much she has loved working with me for 3 workshops, score!), gained further respect and admiration for my teacher and got one hell of an image for my portfolio. 

I got to lay in the grass and eat onion rings with my favorite mustachioed boy. 

I got to celebrate and party with all my original forever friends.

I got to see, eat a huge brunch and hug two of the best people I know and constantly miss dearly.

I got to sit outside by the lake and drink a free iced chai with a nice new dude.

I got to spend hours eating, laughing, dancing, yoga-ing, gossiping and cuddling with my two best friends in the world.

And now, my window is open for a glorious spring breeze and I get to cuddle Mowgs and sleep in tomorrow.

Yeah, no complaints. At all. 

My friends from high school are the best. I love them so much.

Seriously. I’ve met some great friends in college, ones that I love dearly. But those kids from Sarasota.. you just can’t seem to beat them. They’ve known me through it all, and I sure hope they keep knowing me as the years continue. 

Hurry up, December!

(Source: entangledheart)