I feel like our house is getting pulled over.
john hughes is dead. crushing any and all dreams of me ever being in an 80's john hughes film. bummer.
my hangover today makes thursday's feel like a bubble bath.
Now he's galloping around the bar. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Also I spent like 2 hours on the hubble/nasa website sunday night looking at pictures of outer space and cried my face off at how beautiful and complex it is. What's wrong with me?!
Porch rule of tonight: when you sing, you must use "something" as a microphone. The person to use the most "creative" object gets the door prize...so far Stephie is winning with Jennifer's dog.
Just don't eat pie out of the sink. It's a real blow to the self esteem.
Dude, nobody just eats a banana these days. This chick wanted it. She wanted to get down with Charlie Brown.
The paramedics were not my fault this time.
I'm getting a collar when he gets back in to town! That's like the bdsm equivalent of getting his class ring!
She told me having sex was our civic duty. How can I not love her?
Don't remember anything. Melissa just said I kept saying welcome to the bat cave
I just started talking about how noodles were so good
Everyone thinks it's an okay idea now until I'm overdoing it on the vodka/clubs, dancing on a table, trying to make out with the groom.
he drank half a bottle of bushmills, stood up to pee over the side, pissed his pants, sat in the puddle on the deck, told me my life goals were stupid and impossible, and wouldn't leave until 5am. by the time I got up at 8 I had 4 texts and 2 fb messages from him. AND HE STILL THINKS IT WENT WELL
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