8 days left and I say fuck new sandles . . . your shoes do not represent you!

9 Days left and I need new sandles . . . fuck.

Passport arrived today! Also booked Vegas trip today. Gotta live life while we're young folks. Because . . . IT'S YOU AND ME AND A BOTTLE MAKES THREE TONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!

I thought that would be a good title for our upcoming Puerto Vallarta trip. Every time the thought pops into my mind I can't help but smile and giggle to myself like a giddy little school girl. This vacation couldn't possibly happen at a better time this year. Here are the reasons why ( Read more... )

I feel that this quote must start out this post ( Read more... )

It is only Wednesday and the week is already seeming horribly monotonous. Auction Thursday . . . blehh . . . same old shit for me ( Read more... )

Well my new roommate finally moved in and he desired to have a little party . . . a superbowl party that is. So for his homecoming I decided that it would be a fine idea ( Read more... )

Alan had a good idea. Since the game is sooo utterly early on Sunday morning, he suggested that I have a pre-hawk get together Saturday night at my house. I was up for this idea, especially since I get to sleep in my own very comfortable bed. And, for some reason, if the moons are aligned, I happen to get laid . . . it is facilitated ( Read more... )

All I have to say is GO SEAHAWKS! and . . . that I bet Tony Romo jacked off using his tears as lubricant. 'Nough said.

Okay, so we began the day at about 4 o'clock in the afternoon after partying until various hours of the morning . . . respectively. Ranging from 3 AM to 8 AM ( Read more... )