I was not previously aware of the fact that bees will come and eat chunks of hamburger until this get together tonight. (I ate mushrooms that they made just for me, which was really amazing of them.)
I don't want to go to Kitsap today. As much as I force myself to be excited, I'm really not. There's nothing there anymore. My future husband doesn't even live there, because I can't imagine anyone else in Kitsap loving mushrooms and actually liking Slaughterhouse-five, but not being a total psycho.
I love middle aged gay couples holding hands! It makes me get all melty inside to see kind of average looking guys just holding hands like it's no big deal. It's one of my favorite things ever, and I am not even making that up.
My man friends, a lesbian I work with, and my macro professor. Masculine individuals just can't get enough meatloaf. I don't even know what goes in a meat loaf.