Despite what you may have heard, getting drunk on St. Fratrick's day is not the best way to spend your time. However, getting drunk and then spending hours on the interweb learning that Transformers are real is pretty damn close.
When I awoke yesterday morning, I was pleasantly surprised to find myself laying on a coat that didn't belong to me and in possession of a hoop earring (which I don't wear...at least not on Saturday nights). My head was also pounding and I couldn't find my car...but there really isn't anything out of the ordinary about that.
So if you are missing a girl's peacoat and/or a hoop earring, get in touch with me and we can see about making a trade for your stuff. I accept the following payments...free drinks, kisses, and board games that I will never play. Or, if you prefer, you can just leave your clothes with me...I like Christmas presents in early March.
springtime, the only pretty ring time. birds sing hey ding, a-ding, a-ding
Yay for life...spring break (bare breasts '06) is upon us once again. Granted, I haven't been to school in quite some time (other than to hit on arty looking chicks) and my life is essentially a constant vacation, but I still delight in the temporary reprieve that spring break gives me from frat kids and unruly Italians. However, while everyone else is doing super grown-up things like catching diseases and making morning-after pill babies, you can find me out in the orchards of my grandparents' house...watching hawks in flight and taking super emo pictures of flowers, trees , bees , and such.
