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02:17 pm - Profile.

( When you really know who you are and what you like about yourself, changing for others isn't such a big deal. )

06:30 pm

I hope this clears up any confusion. I know I've often wondered.
My favorite part about this whole thing is how snarky it is. Appropriate snark levels. Liar, you're reading this.

02:14 pm

Last night, I saw some people floating out on the lake in innertubes watching the festivities and the fireworks. I think they had a floating cooler that was shaped like a fishing bobber, but it was really too hard to see in the darkness. It was the kind of thing you'd hear about in a country song, but it looked just awesome enough to redeem itself.

The popcorn machine at the bowling alley is broken. I practically had to climb inside it to clean all the burnt gunk out and unscrew the part that's acting up. Guess who smells like a hot, buttery mess? I keep washing my hands and it still feels like my fingers are greasy.

Yeah, and this is kind of awkward, but would the lady I made out with during the fireworks please kindly return my shirt? I was really fond of that one. I'm assuming she has it, since I went back to the lake to dig through the rubble and didn't see any sign of it. It's just a short-sleeved, green plaid button up shirt.

Current Mood: apathetic

09:32 am

I woke up in my car in little more than a white t-shirt with various crude sayings written on it in yellow highlighter. I think this orange squiggle thing on the shoulder is supposed to be a penis, but I think the person who drew it was drunk as a skunk and definitely no Van Gogh. Also? Upon further inspection, my arms and neck have things written on them, and I appear to have had a monocle and curly-cue moustache drawn on in highlighter, too. I have this sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with an earlier comment about wanting to be a distinguished gentleman like the Monopoly guy...

That just makes me think of Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls.

I guess it's better that I slept it off in the backseat instead of trying to drive home... though the car was parked in front of the coffee shop, not Leah's house, so I must not have been that savvy. At least I had the good sense to find the nearest source of decent coffee. Maybe I'm psychic. Maybe I just knew what I was going to need first thing in the morning.

Current Mood: curious