Holy crap, Empress!
squints out into the aether nervously. waves at lurkers.
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Holy crap, Empress!
squints out into the aether nervously. waves at lurkers.
I could leave in 45 minutes.
But Aims can't.
I have a quandary.
I have a quandary.
whether to have a beer or a margarita?
Go margarita! Choose margarita!
You'll all have to pardon me, I'm a little verklempt.
My mom and dad just pooled their airline miles and managed to get two round trip flights for Drew and me to go home to New England this summer. I couldn't have afforded to go otherwise, and I'm kind of happy/weepy about their generosity.
whether to have a beer or a margarita?
Oh, no, it's always beer.
Go margarita! Choose margarita!
Sorry, Cash.
No, the quandary is what to do with two hours. It's not enough to see a movie (plus, if I go see Indy without her, she'll likely throw me into a specially constructed room filled with tiles that trigger a shower of poison darts to make me look like an arsenic pin-cushion just before the whole room caves in on me). It seems kinda stoopid to go get Da Punk then pick her up, because it's essentially a go home, go to work, go home AGAIN trip...
I could go to a bar, I suppose...
Awww, Kristin. That's sweet.
Aims, that's PSYCHOTIC.
I don't know what my badges would say. Pharmacology Is Not Pharmacy; Yes, I Know Biochemistry and English Is an Interesting Combination; I Would Make Out with You If I Weren't So Neurotic; Also It Would Please My Mom If You Weren't a White Caucasian She-Devil.
Maybe there are more.
Mmmm, have you guys eaten the Everything Crackers from Trader Joes? SO GOOD! Especially with TJ spicy hummus.
Joe, go see Iron Man (again, I'm assuming).
Joe, go see Iron Man (again, I'm assuming).
I kinda think she wants to see that.
Maybe I'll just go wander downtown.
'cause I don't wanna stick around here...