Hi, I'm back. For now ( Read more... )

I am moving in one week to my own place. MY OWN PLACE! With my own doors and windows and couch. My own mess, my own friends, my OWN. Not that I have minded living with Corbett at all -- it has actually been really fun and good for everyone involved. Except for when Ron walked in on me naked. That wasn't really good for anyone. Anyhoo, I think it's ( Read more... )

Apparently I need to stop scheduling my naps when there is a varsity football game at Sunnyslope High School. Seeing as it's in my back yard and all, (I can literally see the whole game while standing in my kitchen), I should have figured that some of the overflow noise would awaken me. I didn't, and it DID. Since when do football games involve ( Read more... )

My brother has ceased in commandeering my livejournal, thank god.

I'm back in town. THANK GOD. Or don't.

(elliott ( Read more... )

this is Elliott, Leslie's Bro ( Read more... )

Jasmine is stuck in traffic on the 1-10.

Today we're going to get our Greek on. Then we're going to do what we always do when Jasmine comes to town.

Let the debauchery begin!

Jen and I entertained my family with really terrible pirate jokes on Saturday night, including but not limited to ( Read more... )

I saw someone's license plate the other day that said FUCNA, which I could only assume was meant to sound like "Fuckin'-A." Can they do that? Whose dick do I have to suck to get a lewd vanity plate around here? Huh? Huhhh? Maybe FUCNA stood for something. Fran's Uncle Carl Never Asked. That's probably it.

I went to lunch with my dad and step-mom today at the Armadillo Grill. I secretly wanted to bet on the horses, but I was too afraid to ask. I showed them the bazillionth cryptic text message that Crazy Tim sent (this one was from this morning). My dad read it and informed me that it was lyrics to a Doors song. I really don't know what to think ( Read more... )