Oh, dear god. I didn't realise I had a list called "Celebrities ita wants to club with." But I do, like whoa. That dance floor would be EPIC. EPIC I TELL YOU.
Wash ,'War Stories'
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Who is on the list?
Other than DeKay, I mean, because, duh.
It's good that I have my iPod, because without it I'd be killing everyone in this train car by stabbing them in the neck with ink pens. And when I ran out of pens, I would've started clubbing them with a hard cover of George Carlin's autobiography.
Bomer looks like he's been out dancing once or twice.
Well, it's a new list, but having seen pics of Jared Padalecki dancing like a giant freak suddenly put him on my list.
But Bomer and DeKay? Need to dance with my sister and me. TOTALLY. We do these things. It would be fun.
No rain here. Goddamned hot though.
Met my dad at BWI. He was in a really good mood. I think seeing his sister was very good for him and enjoyed the time with her. So glad he went.
I have never been so glad to have had one too many glasses of wine when my mom has called. Her dog was put to sleep yesterday, and they buried her today. I hated that dog. She was a sweet spoiled boxer that was everybody's friend. Bitch.
She disappeared the other morning, and they searched high and low for her, and found her at the woodline in a patch of freaking ferns. How much more Wislon Rawls can you get? Mom said she was sleeping with the sun hitting her just perfect, so they left her, checking on her occassionally. She moved about throughout the day, finding different spots in the woods to lay. When they brought her back from the vet, they chose the bed of ferns to bury her, right where I used to have an arbor I made. Now, this is New Hampshire, the granite state, and more than half the yard is basketball and volvo sized boulders, if not outright ledges, but this was the sandiest, softest spot in the whole yard. They buried her with her Grinch plushie, her football, some beef jerky, her Kong, and her blankie. I'm glad I was drinking cuz at least I was able to cry for my mom. Cuz, really, I hated that dog.
I'm sorry, Juliebird.
I'm not sad, I'm just drunk!
The fucking bionic dog, the 6 million dollar poodle, is gone! I just feel bad that my family feels bad (except for my dad, who is even more emotionally retarded than me), and my mom is realizing just how safe Charlie made her feel.
But, dude, where the red fern freaking grows.
I'm not sad, I'm just drunk
Oh, dear god, I love this!
Juliebird, I am going to hell, but this is cracking my shit UP.