Pickles! Ice cream! Garlic bread! Oh boy.
For the 1% of my reading population that doesn't already know, Matt and I went to a wedding last night, which was absolutely terrible, and later decided that it was the best idea ever to get drunk at his apartment after. Let me just say this: there are some things even the best of friends probably shouldn't know about each other. Nonetheless, there are zero secrets.
Also, as a point of clarification, I am not a raging "bull-dyke," nor do I have chlamydia.
I am still in love with Kate. She rocks my planet.
I forgot to add a funny little anecdote from my dogsitting adventures with Casey. So we're fast asleep, or as close to it as two people can get while a wiggly Bichon is placing a slobbery rag doll on your forehead every 5 minutes, when all of the sudden I feel the bed shaking. I sit up in a sleepy stupor, and the dog is, I swear to God, humping the comforter with this huge boner!
How do you sleep with something like that going on, I'd like to know?
And with that, I shall bid you all farewell.
La.
My apologies and a farewell??? - 2005-10-20
It should be Friday somewhere. - 2005-10-03
It's Friday again! - 2005-10-01
Amendment to previous entry... - 2005-09-26
Longer than I intended. It's to tide you over for another week. - 2005-09-23