alright.
two things:
ONE: i hate ford escorts. i really do. especially after what happened to me in mine today. UGH. i had just bought one of those stupid yet delicious five dollar frozen coffee drinks from einstein bros bagels. i took two sips; it was fabulous. i put it in the cup holder and proceeded to leave the parking lot. as i turned onto the parkway, ever so slowly and gently, my drink came toppling over, all over my legs and car. the thing threw frozen mocah at me with the fury of posidon. this is the FOURTH time in less than 3 weeks my cupholders have decided to expel beverages and pelt me with them. I HATE YOU, COCO. i treat you well. i talk to you on long trips. i stroke your dashboard and keep you clean. heck, i've even put on a helluva feature-length performance for you in my backseat, on several occasions. but what do i get in return? i get bombarded with expensive, icy drinks. go to hell, you candy-apple bitch.
TWO: my co-worker is part of this rediculous band, called 8ball. it is a bunch of fat, middle-aged men dressing up in too-tight spandex and playing glam rock. and it is simply fabulous. they played this silly little parking lot show over the weekend, and videotaped it. tim brought in the tape today and we all watched it. it was simply too good to be true. i think the best part was when a very drunk, very not young, and very not skinny woman sidled in front of the camera and began to dance/writhe/air guitar. she even yelled "ROCK AND RRRRROLLLLLLLL" a few times. i sincerely hope i am as awesome as her when i get older. minus the not skinny part. i would really hate to be fat (i'm sorry, i am a terrible person, but i refuse to let myself grow to be as large as my mother. though, at the rate i'm going, this is a very scary and very real possibility) anyways...
i'm going to be a kick-ass old lady. i'm going to always smell slightly of sherry and wear rediculous sequined hats and dance on tables at family weddings. i shall be "Crazy Aunt Em" and no one will be quite sure what to do with me.
two things:
ONE: i hate ford escorts. i really do. especially after what happened to me in mine today. UGH. i had just bought one of those stupid yet delicious five dollar frozen coffee drinks from einstein bros bagels. i took two sips; it was fabulous. i put it in the cup holder and proceeded to leave the parking lot. as i turned onto the parkway, ever so slowly and gently, my drink came toppling over, all over my legs and car. the thing threw frozen mocah at me with the fury of posidon. this is the FOURTH time in less than 3 weeks my cupholders have decided to expel beverages and pelt me with them. I HATE YOU, COCO. i treat you well. i talk to you on long trips. i stroke your dashboard and keep you clean. heck, i've even put on a helluva feature-length performance for you in my backseat, on several occasions. but what do i get in return? i get bombarded with expensive, icy drinks. go to hell, you candy-apple bitch.
TWO: my co-worker is part of this rediculous band, called 8ball. it is a bunch of fat, middle-aged men dressing up in too-tight spandex and playing glam rock. and it is simply fabulous. they played this silly little parking lot show over the weekend, and videotaped it. tim brought in the tape today and we all watched it. it was simply too good to be true. i think the best part was when a very drunk, very not young, and very not skinny woman sidled in front of the camera and began to dance/writhe/air guitar. she even yelled "ROCK AND RRRRROLLLLLLLL" a few times. i sincerely hope i am as awesome as her when i get older. minus the not skinny part. i would really hate to be fat (i'm sorry, i am a terrible person, but i refuse to let myself grow to be as large as my mother. though, at the rate i'm going, this is a very scary and very real possibility) anyways...
i'm going to be a kick-ass old lady. i'm going to always smell slightly of sherry and wear rediculous sequined hats and dance on tables at family weddings. i shall be "Crazy Aunt Em" and no one will be quite sure what to do with me.
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oh i mean uhh yeah jk
By the way, Hello as well. What's goin on?