December 2010
Have you ever just been on Facebook and said to...
“Why? Why the hell did I do that?”
Yes. Me right now. Ew. Ew ew ew ew ew. EW.
Okay, done freaking out. In other news, my boyfriend’s christmas present is all kinds of cheesy. Maria and Mary Lou made me get it. And I just finished it. It’ll make him cry. Actually, probably not. But I think he’ll like it. Corny as hell, which is what we both specialize in. I miss...
Day Twenty Six: A photo of your favorite weekend.
Impossible.
“He should also have style as hip as Ryan Reynolds, a sense of humor as sharp as...”
– Our glorious game of Mad Libs, describing our perfect man.
"If God wanted him to pass, God would have given...
“…I’m sorry, but you’ve got to be shitting me, woman.”
Since everyone else is doing it and I'm a...
Here’s some of what I got for Christmas.
A leather jacket, which I didn’t think I could rock but I was mistaken.
Black boots to match. Sturdy ones.
The Bare Minerals makeup I’ve been wanting.
Burt’s Bees chapstick x4.
Clothes.
Woo hoo! Kind of excited. And tomorrow I’m spending the day with the best friend. Playing in the snow, and all that. And then in a...
It's snowing.
On Christmas. How damn precious.
Hahah but really, it’s beautiful. And I have a brand new leather jacket and boots. And Burt’s Bees Chapstick. Among other things. But hey guess what sucks? My boyfriend has no phone at the moment. So I can’t call to wish him Merry Christmas. Or talk to him. Or anything. Which blows. :[ As Mary Lou Guenther would say, “let’s just...
In the immortal words of Tom Collins,
“Merry Christmas, bitches!”
BRB, Screaming.
In a shitty mood. I’m gonna go sing about it, I think. Yep. Just made the executive decision.
UGH.
