so the deal was i was going to take pictures of my boys from work to show the girls that i do in fact, work with some cuties.
but then i forgot. and everyone was being super downers today, so i didn't. i deleted old pictures instead so i don't have to rush out and get a new memory card from some godforsaken circuit city in rural texas when i'm driving somewhere TOMORROW.
holy fuck i'm leaving on a jet plane tomorrow for texas.
T-E-X-A-S.

wedding smedding. con schmon. DRINK! EMILY! DANA! MELCH! KAELIE! LIZ! DRINKING! DRUNKENNESS! FUCKING MORE DRINKING.

i'm drinking in the airport. end of fucking story. the mickey is packed and wrapped in it's protective plastic baggie so it doesn't leak it's marvelously delicious self allll over my shit; not only would i be upset that my clothes are wet with vodka BUT i'd also be a bit more saddened by the fact my vodka was wasted on my clothes. gotta treat that shit like gold, i only brought enough to make my o.j taste a bit better. CONSERVE!

i'm a weeeeee fucking bit excited, non? I'M SO EXCITED I COULD HONESTLY SHRIEK WITH EXCITEMENT. i have, actually. and plan to do so in regular intervals throughout the remainder of my waking hours. so like, 8.5 (which subsequently enough is the amount of time i have until i board said plane to said state).

FUCK SLEEP. SHOES. FUNYUNS. MONDAYS. TUESDAYS WHILE YOU'RE AT IT. TAYLOR LAUTNER. SELENA GOMEZ FOR GOOD MEASURE.


ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
excitement!

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so the deal was i was going to take pictures of my boys from work to show the girls that i do in fact, work with some cuties.
but then i forgot. and everyone was being super downers today, so i didn't. i deleted old pictures instead so i don't have to rush out and get a new memory card from some godforsaken circuit city in rural texas when i'm driving somewhere TOMORROW.
holy fuck i'm leaving on a jet plane tomorrow for texas.
T-E-X-A-S.

wedding smedding. con schmon. DRINK! EMILY! DANA! MELCH! KAELIE! LIZ! DRINKING! DRUNKENNESS! FUCKING MORE DRINKING.

i'm drinking in the airport. end of fucking story. the mickey is packed and wrapped in it's protective plastic baggie so it doesn't leak it's marvelously delicious self allll over my shit; not only would i be upset that my clothes are wet with vodka BUT i'd also be a bit more saddened by the fact my vodka was wasted on my clothes. gotta treat that shit like gold, i only brought enough to make my o.j taste a bit better. CONSERVE!

i'm a weeeeee fucking bit excited, non? I'M SO EXCITED I COULD HONESTLY SHRIEK WITH EXCITEMENT. i have, actually. and plan to do so in regular intervals throughout the remainder of my waking hours. so like, 8.5 (which subsequently enough is the amount of time i have until i board said plane to said state).

FUCK SLEEP. SHOES. FUNYUNS. MONDAYS. TUESDAYS WHILE YOU'RE AT IT. TAYLOR LAUTNER. SELENA GOMEZ FOR GOOD MEASURE.


ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
excitement!