Okay, so im freakin out again. the husband is returning from afghanistan this fucking weekend. the house is not clean, the bills are not paid, and im too damn tired to do any of it and too broke to pay someone else to do it. he did email me a really hot bondage story though, so that made me feel a little better. if any of you remember my last post (yeah right, you add bastahds...) that trailer trash lady actually showed up at the little club thingy the next weekend. i know because we finally found it. anyway, my friend abby, sweet as can be, wwent up to her and asked her why the fuck she was there if she was allowed to go to the big person's bar. the lady totally backed down, but i was pullin my earrings out and kickin off my heels all hood rat style preppin for a brawl. uhm, let's see, what else, what else... oh, i saw napoleon dynamite. HECK YES! if anyone hasn't seen it, you should. possibly my new favorite movie, im def going to see it again. By the way everyone, I caught you a delicious bass. Maybe I'll change my name to LaFawnduh. Bonus:on wed. i get the shorter barbell for my monroe. that'll look totally better. but it's kind of like the dentist when you know you haven't flossed, ever, and you know the dentist is going to yell at you. i totally know ryan (muh piercer) is going to give me that 'youhaven'tbeenusingyourseasalt' look. yeah. oh well. UGH. Anyone want to help me clean my house? I mean, I *did* catch you a delicious bass. I think you at least owe me some friggin help.
