I am making myself feel better about the raging jealousy towards everyone heading F2Fwards by taking tomorrow off from all work, watching rugby, getting drunk then watching the Eurovision song contest and getting drunker. Gosh that was a long sentence.
In summation - Jars=jealous.
Poor Jars! I'll wave when we get there. How's that?
Aw, thanks vw. That'll definitely make it all better.
In summation - Jars=sarcastic.
Really though, I hope you have a fab time, involving massive amounts of alcohol. That goes for everyone, really.
We will have a fabulous time (although, I won't be drinking at all...stupid meds that make me sick when I drink), and we will also be missing you.
Hey, Fay, thanks. It was good to meet you too and listen to everyone having coversations. I even surprised myself by partaking in a couple of them.
Hey, just 'cos you can't drink it, doesn't mean you can't have it poured all over your body and licked off. A fabulous time involving alcohol comes in many forms, IJS.
Bwah! But, I just had my Prom dress drycleaned. Maybe I'll have to get naked.
Or not. I'm not sure the Body Image Demons would like that.
Damn, seeing vw here always makes me realize that I really should already be asleep.
Going now...
Hee! Cass! See you in San Francisco!
I am packed. And slaying body image demons. And took a sleepy pill. Zzzzzzzzzzz...