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Christmas Eve dinner went well, until I proceeded to get waaaasted and drop the F bomb in front of Ted's parents about 1 million times. Okay, maybe 2 or 3 times, but still. They laughed, but I still felt like an ass the next day ( Read more... ) -
A matador chasin' a bull in a china shop.
It's Christmas Eve, and I'm hosting dinner for Ted's family tonight. I'm nervous. I'm willing to bet I'm going to drop the ham on the floor... in which case, I'll have no choice but to just order pizza. This could be disastrous.
I'll update more later. I have cookies in the oven.
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Dying. Death. For real.
It's currently -25 degrees F (-32 degrees C) with the windchill, in Minneapolis.
What the fuck.
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I like to move it move it.
No one has updated in two days. What's going on ( Read more... ) -
Standin' on the wall like you was Poindexter
SO bored. It's Ted's weekend with Brian, therefore I have no one to talk to online. See, Brian works overnights every other weekend - those of which I get his online company while I'm at work as well. The weekends he's not working, he hangs out with Ted. This is not my weekend. Fucking lame.
Josue comes to town tomorrow, and I'm pretty fucking ( Read more... ) -
Sweating out stress.
My 65 hour work weeks are coming to a screeching halt. My hours are getting cut like woah, so I guess I should actually feel quite lucky to be working a 20 hour day today/tonight.... BUT I don't ( Read more... ) -
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I just fucked up my journal by switching to S2. I don't know how to get it back, or make a new layout. Someone help me, pleeease. -
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