Dancing through life...

When my (now former) co-workers all said they were going to buy me drinks, I didn't think they were serious.

I really wanted to go see the Crimson Pirates tonight.

I really wanted to hear the (premiere?) of "Distant Drums."

I really wanted to buy a thong to support Tim. (Maybe thecoddesslives will do this for me?)

Unfortunately, I have come home too drunk to make the trip up to Warwick to do the above listed things. (Don't worry; a co-worker who lives near me drove, and didn't drink.)

I apologize profusely to those who were expecting me.

It took way too fucking long for me to type this post.

(At least I'm not the one randomly trying to re-arrange the freezer.)

Dude. MY little brother. Makes the bestestestestestest.... Chocolate martinis. EVAR!


Also.


He could totally. Kick YOUR little brother's. Ass.