Hey Maria!
I'm listening to The Wishing Song as sung by Gonzo from the Muppets. It's so sweet. I'm such a sap sometimes.
Xander ,'End of Days'
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Hey Maria!
I'm listening to The Wishing Song as sung by Gonzo from the Muppets. It's so sweet. I'm such a sap sometimes.
Argh! I'm going to be cereal posting for the rest of the evening....
PERKINS!!!!!!!
Yup, still inebriated.
Inebriated Maria is adorable.
I'm listening to The Wishing Song as sung by Gonzo from the Muppets. It's so sweet. I'm such a sap sometimes.
This is part of what I adore about you.
ETA: Maria, insent
Yup, people need to stop missing me. I can't keep up.
Sorella, I promise not to call tonight. I don't believe I could find the number keys on my cell phone tonight. Though I am amazed at my typing and spelling abilities right now.
LA peeps, I will be in your fair city in June--the 19th through the 22nd--and I would like to hang with as many people as possible.
(This took me five minutes to type. My backspace button has ceased to function.)
LA peeps, I will be in your fair city in June--the 19th through the 22nd--and I would like to hang with as many people as possible.
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I'll even be on vacation then! Are you here on business? Do you need a place to stay?
And I think I'm beyond tipsy and teetering on the verge of full-blown drunk. Garlic-stuffed olives can do that to you.So can alcohol. It's tricksy that way.
Are you here on business?
Yup. FedFleet at the Convention Center.
Do you need a place to stay?
Probably not. The conference hotel is the Westin Bonaventure. Work shall pay. I'm attempting to justify coming in a day early.
So can alcohol. It's tricksy that way.
Yes it is. But it's still the olives' fault. They jumped into the vodka and soaked up the atmosphere. Then they begged to be consumed. I can't help the consequences.
(My breath could probably slay vampires at this point, considering I'm a three-olive martini kinda gal.)
But it's still the olives' fault. They jumped into the vodka and soaked up the atmosphere. Then they begged to be consumed.Flirty olives will get you every time. Now I really want a martini.