baked too many cookies (wait, strike that, ATE too many cookies), drank too much cider with e.c. and the t-bros xmas eve, hung out with the howards and had an amazing xmas meal, complete with champagne, came home and t.h. gave me the best damn present ever! SERIOUSLY, best, hottest, most thoughtful and amazing boyfriend ever! EVER! (the goofy face is his patience wearing thin on his shutterbug girlfriend, and he might be drunk)-
(regular listing is $850, what a steal!) I'm just putting this out there, but I will totally get your face tattooed on my butt as a "thank you" if you get this for me in a legal manner (no busting open ATMs or wielding guns around money houses).
oh drag queens, how do i love thee? especially when you have a ghetto-tastic alter ego with her front teeth blacked out- i may not be a big fat fan of xmas, but seeing hood-rat RuPaul drop kick a mini xmas tree, well, it brings a tingly feeling to my tiny black heart- go mo's!
deal breaker #1, wearing sunglasses indoors. you'd better be hiding a freak-show of a shiner under those blinders or i'm gonna get all judgmental on your backside. seriously! this is minnesota, emphasis on the "ohhhh" as in "oh my gawd i'm so high-fashion for the midwest, i wear sunglasses inside buildings on overcast days, pleeeze mistake me for a two-bit celebrity!" petunia, get over yourself. yeah yeah, corey hart wore them at night so he could, so he cou-uld...i forget the rest of it, but same deal (breaker), night is dark, sunglasses make surroundings darker. don't be a douche even if you are an art star-
he does look pretty cute (vacant, but cute) in the beginning though...ohhh 80's crushes!
drunk off of some cocktail i concoted with the remnants of a bottle of svedka, some ginger beer and a shimmy of good ol' rose's lime juice and a little slade to set the mood, or keep it going. might as well start a blog- it will get better, i promise. weekday nights aren't usually so intoxicating.