"Do not stop thinking.
Boots on or not, beer pong and weed can never be mixed again."

- True statement from my body. September 22nd, 7:00 pm. (Time of waking from my "gravol-ed" slumber)

Oh, and Alec, thank you for your time and patience and loveliness.

So my grade 5 email address kicked the internet bucket (so to speak) So I have made another that is possiby just as lame and even less original, so add me to msn, or whathaveyou if you feel like it.

Taylor.Smart@hotmail.com

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The Zen-ness, is being, like Alex Daskalov "phased out". Although not on purpose. So many things seem to be mounting yet, all of these particular things are just pointless ( Read more... )

"Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Jazzy.

P..P...P..P..Play the pit-y game?"

"I can't play with you unless you get of the garbage can Mikey."

Okay so.

Brooke/Sunny: You and I are the lamest cupcakers ever, and they will be wonderful.

Sam and Mel: The wedding that we are attending... SO EXCITED

Kevin: These really lame cupcakes that Brooke and I are baking are going to be the hit of your event.

Soccer Practice: If I were a gun I would have shot you down by now.

Taylor Smart has been absolutely laid off for the first week of August (totally amazing) and will be at the cottage for all of that week.

*note... throughout post the victory-happy-joy dance has been performed which entails vigorous shaking of the arms and upper torso

( Homosapiens at the Zoo )

Waited outside of the ACC for like a million years. Started getting freaked out that no one was coming and that all of the maintenance men had locked everything up. Little freaky

Hello Soccer tournament, work weekend. I'm gonna smell.