don’t spend your whole life waiting for your whole life
laser fil
omg can ya handle this gay
my uncle fell all the way down those stairs one xmas as santa claus with the huge bag of presents tumbling down after, it was pretty fucking hilarious.
my papa squeezed and tickled fil’s foot when i wasn’t in the room and made his classic deedle deedle deet sound, fil was uncomfortable, i said that’s a classic grandpa move you should feel special, that means he sees you as a kid, or he was buzzed i dunno.
ate at the beav last nite before going to sweatys, a little unimpressed, don’t think we’re going back for awhile sheena.
i can’t not pretend to be an orphan when i eat soup. jeopardy clue, answer: what forces raymi to pretend to be an orphan? question: soup, and sometimes ham.
yesterday i discovered once and for all i can no longer use the after shower hair balm i’ve been using while my hair is this synthetic black, my hair was so greasy oh and i followed it up with trimming my bangs, way to go loser.
fil’s undercooked lamb burger we sent back just in case for a new guy.
prosciutto salad delicious as usual but kinda forgot to put a little more salad it was mostly just a pile of prosciutto, which i love, but i wanted more leaves.
off to sweaty betty’s for tiff’s birthday pahhty.
i need a tanned face stat.
one of these dudes did shrooms this weekend and then a group of white dudes dressed like clowns with bells walked through the room (for real) as we were talking about it and he’s like I GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE right after i asked him if he had fully recovered from the weekend. they took up the entire back patio and sang their fucking heads off while getting blasted on pints, regret not getting their pictures. maybe fil did.
i was this close to getting a picture of gill’s upskirt but then fil goes hey gill! blah bla bla and she moved.
tiff got LOADED!
stupid greasy bangs hair nite i shouldn’t even have washed my hair it would have looked cleaner and i would have been in a nicer mood.
nasty nav’s pirates of the caribbean beer and bonus thumb blister.
we were discussing how old we were when we first started talking on the phone to our friends, fil said he was like 2 (yeah right) i said oh really and what the hell did you talk about?
mud.
HAHAHAHahhahahaa
fil took this:
even bigger here.
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mom, the setting on your camera is set to crap right now.
oh, what’s that there in the vase?
