Two days till you come over and party with the Sar-bear...RIGHT? That's right.
Sooo...okay. Friday was the Finch show...they played more new stuff than I would have liked...Luke prolly would have liked it more; there was a fair amount of screaming involved. My favourite part was when they were playing Without You Here and suddenly busted into Mayonaise (possibly the yummiest Pumpkins song...evah) at the end. Hot.
Saturday I worked. Greg-Lou-Gayness.
Sunday I left work early (beer cart, hurrah) because my mom called to tell me Bailey was gonna die. Softest golden retriever in the world. She was bawling and it sucked...we took him to the emergency vet (fucking long weekend...FUCK! ASS!) who charged us out the poopers to save Mr. Doggy's life. Three days later and he's a lot better, but I had to cut short our Star Wars/breakfast plans in Guelph to come home and play puppy nurse and spoon B-Boy all morning on Monday. He is going to be 10 on June 11. That's your cue to give me presents.
Luke and Chanel are still the cutest couple ever. No...EVER.
Last night 12 of us went to the Jays/Bosox game and drank quite a bit...GUESS WHO WAS THERE...ew...Ben Affleck, giving some Spirit Fingers/Fake Smile action to the Jumbotron. He's gross. I yelled at him from the 500 level and the boys in front of us gave me the death bear stare...so my friend Party (Katherine) spilled beer on them. We are classy girls.
Sooo...work tonight and tomorrow...possibly golf on Friday morning...then you can get your hot bums over to my house Friday night for some serious CACKTAIL action. You know you waaaaaant it.
Sooo...okay. Friday was the Finch show...they played more new stuff than I would have liked...Luke prolly would have liked it more; there was a fair amount of screaming involved. My favourite part was when they were playing Without You Here and suddenly busted into Mayonaise (possibly the yummiest Pumpkins song...evah) at the end. Hot.
Saturday I worked. Greg-Lou-Gayness.
Sunday I left work early (beer cart, hurrah) because my mom called to tell me Bailey was gonna die. Softest golden retriever in the world. She was bawling and it sucked...we took him to the emergency vet (fucking long weekend...FUCK! ASS!) who charged us out the poopers to save Mr. Doggy's life. Three days later and he's a lot better, but I had to cut short our Star Wars/breakfast plans in Guelph to come home and play puppy nurse and spoon B-Boy all morning on Monday. He is going to be 10 on June 11. That's your cue to give me presents.
Luke and Chanel are still the cutest couple ever. No...EVER.
Last night 12 of us went to the Jays/Bosox game and drank quite a bit...GUESS WHO WAS THERE...ew...Ben Affleck, giving some Spirit Fingers/Fake Smile action to the Jumbotron. He's gross. I yelled at him from the 500 level and the boys in front of us gave me the death bear stare...so my friend Party (Katherine) spilled beer on them. We are classy girls.
Sooo...work tonight and tomorrow...possibly golf on Friday morning...then you can get your hot bums over to my house Friday night for some serious CACKTAIL action. You know you waaaaaant it.
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Having a man has never stopped you from making out with a chick.