remy

Don't you hate it when your favorite jeans rip? I have a big tear in mine and now I can't wear them. They were my best pants. I guess that's what I get for wearing them a size too small. Which, totally wasn't my idea either. But I don't go shopping much and they were what I could have swore my size is...oh well. I still have money to do stuff this weekend and I'm going to use it to go to the club tomorrow and just have a blast. Mostly because I'm gonna try to get the number of this really pretty girl that seems interested in me. The coolest thing about her is that she's a schoolteacher. That's kinda hot. I'm also gonna go fifty miles north into Chicago so I can see my Mommy. I loves my Mommy. She is the bestest. We're gonna have her world famous (at least it should be!) spaghetti and lots and lots of pepsi, which they so should have had Popeye drink instead of ucky spinach. Anyway, ta all!