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.
I really, honestly, truly, don't know if I would have been able to dredge up tears for my mother otherwise, Erin. So I'm probably going to hell, too.
So many of my friends from high school are so very conservative.
You've seen mine on FB--they are WAY conservative. Not that that is a big change from HS. They were that way back then.
I've got skating with the girls tomorrow.
Stripping. And wish I could strip. Uhg. Just trying to get the top layers of latex off the top post.
After my massage, I feel slightly battered. Which is good. Mostly.
Owen just asked me to have "a lot more kids" so he can "jam out with them." But he'll settle for another brother.
Cash as Shirley Patridge! Well, you've already got Keith and Laurie, although I might advise against a Danny. And a Reuben.
I want to live in Owen’s world. It just sounds so much better than this one.
He has an Aang tattoo on his forehead, he's eating some goldfish crackers and is watching Loony Toons right this moment so life is pretty good in his Universe.