Thursday, July 23, 2009

Crazy, crazy, and more crazy!

Well, it’s almost 1:30. Fuck. I read the first two paragraphs of the book Em gave me. I’m too wound up to sleep, or to read although I might try it again soon. I’m now anxiously awaiting my Fun. CD and no not a FUN CD although the stuff is fun to dance to, the band name is fun, after four failed attempts I was finally able to correctly talk my mom through how to enter her pin number for her credit card onto the web site. FUN stuff right??? Anyways, I thought I’d put up sleep over pictures before I forget and end up adding them onto the end of some mile long post three months from now…
Well, we sat up late and spun and talked dirty which tired everyone out even the dog and cat.



Later Pippen, (Did I spell that right???) too tired to care, sorry, had a photo shoot or so Em said. (Really it was only like three pictures the one above, a blurry one, and this one:)


the "photo shoot" was 'cause "he's soooooo cute"

Afterward we bought a book, drank some coffee, and devoured a picture perfect cheese cake (for Graham’s B-day) which while cutting Graham proclaimed his dis-like for fake boobs. (no pictures of the disliked boobs, but before and afters of the cheese cake, sorry to disappoint!)



Then we watched a movie with dorky 3D glasses on…



I think I was sitting too close to him the flash made weird shadows across part of his face, but I thought this one looked pretty bad ass so...

From there I went home ordered a CD which took 12 times longer then it should have and am now listening to old (well, not REAL old, but a few years old old) The Format songs and drooling over the thought of my head meeting that pillow sitting in front of me. Good night.
PS. I had to type this fucking thing in word so that I’d have the auto correct shit.
PSS. Em and I wrote to our friend as well. (The PS made me think of it.) It was wrote on stationary that Em said she got when she was twelve, and when she told me she got it when she was twelve she sounded like a twelve year old.

1 comment:

  1. My cat is cute.

    I dislike fake boobs also. Unless they are well done, and of natural size fake.

    That cake looked "off the hook!"

    Again, my cat is cute.

    His name is spelled Pippin, Pippen or Asshole. Your choice.