Pardon the sad post from yesterday... I had just received devastating news:
MY Backstreet Boy finally got married.
NO!!! WHY AJ?! WHYYYY?!
I was gutted.
HAHA! I kid (though, granted, I spent the majority of my middle school years daydreaming about one day marrying that crazy, facial-hair Picasso. Man forever fucked up my notion of what I find hot in a guy)!
I was sad because I was subjected to being in a crowd for a prolonged amount of time. Everyone knows that shit drains the fuck out of me (but I am sincere in identifying with the daisy. Even when I'm chirpy like right now, I know I'm the daisy).
Also, I wasn't too happy because I'm currently suffering from a sore throat. My vocal cords are all jacked... to the point where I couldn't utter a sound yesterday (what I get for making fun of Spongebob Emphysema pants the other day) and today it has that transvestite-quality to it. It's hot.
But enough of the sadness.
I'm stoked! Tomorrow I get to pick up my little coconut at the airport.
Sister and I chipped in to fly our goddaughter out here for a few days, and so... I'm glad I'll have a little 16-year-old to treat like my personal little doll.
Only thing that sucks is that I'll now have to clean every nook and cranny in the house.
Sweeeeet.
MY Backstreet Boy finally got married.
NO!!! WHY AJ?! WHYYYY?!
I was gutted.
HAHA! I kid (though, granted, I spent the majority of my middle school years daydreaming about one day marrying that crazy, facial-hair Picasso. Man forever fucked up my notion of what I find hot in a guy)!
I was sad because I was subjected to being in a crowd for a prolonged amount of time. Everyone knows that shit drains the fuck out of me (but I am sincere in identifying with the daisy. Even when I'm chirpy like right now, I know I'm the daisy).
Also, I wasn't too happy because I'm currently suffering from a sore throat. My vocal cords are all jacked... to the point where I couldn't utter a sound yesterday (what I get for making fun of Spongebob Emphysema pants the other day) and today it has that transvestite-quality to it. It's hot.
But enough of the sadness.
I'm stoked! Tomorrow I get to pick up my little coconut at the airport.
Sister and I chipped in to fly our goddaughter out here for a few days, and so... I'm glad I'll have a little 16-year-old to treat like my personal little doll.
Only thing that sucks is that I'll now have to clean every nook and cranny in the house.
Sweeeeet.
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