Basically, I feel like an idiot.

And I don't want to turn 21.

My tonsils and the back of my throat look as if they are covered in massive canker sores.
HA.
Basically death is right around the corner.

And my kitten is seriously knawing the shit out of his leg. Like holding it down with the help of his other paw and going to town.

I feel like something died in me last night. I do believe my Independence Days are cursed.

Other than that, my 4th of July was pretty nice. Very American I must say.
I persuaded Alex and Greg to be festive with me. Actually, Greg even went as far as to wear my wonderully hideous redneck American flag shirt I got at a thrift store for a quarter ( Read more... )

The other night I was eating sushi with my grandmother, brother, and Alex. And right across from us was this incredibly attractive couple. I mean, so attractive that I actually leaned over to Alex and told him how incredibly attractive they were. In fact, they were so incredibly attractive I wanted to tell them. I wanted to yell it from the ( Read more... )

HOLY SHIT.

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I CANNOT FUCKING BREATHE ( Read more... )

I wish my kitten would stop poking holes in my flesh ( Read more... )

Basically I've resorted to balancing checkbooks, sporting blood-shot eyes, sipping sparkling apple-cranberry juice from a wine glass, speaking to my nervous cat in a fake British accent, and ordering Harry Potter movies off of ebay.

Last night I swam sans a top, and loved it ( Read more... )

This weekend was nice.
Saturday we went to Cherokee Sinks. Intense sing-a-long sesh there and back. Poor Andy had a hole in his float though, and had to hold it the whole time while his toes got nibbled on by fish. Darby had a boob pop. And Amber got raped by a large log.

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