Pretend It's Still November Fifth
Because that would mean that fifty-one years ago today, time travel was invented.
Furthermore, I just got back from three days at Junek's lakehouse and boy does my liver hurt. I'm way too tired to be writing one of these.
Remember when the tired ones used to be the best ones? We're in a slump.
Pretend it's still November fifth.
Furthermore, I just got back from three days at Junek's lakehouse and boy does my liver hurt. I'm way too tired to be writing one of these.
Remember when the tired ones used to be the best ones? We're in a slump.
Pretend it's still November fifth.
posted by Becky at 12:36 PM
1 Comments:
Becky,
I like to think that the drunk ones are best. So, maybe you should get hopped up on cough syrup and malibu, make some bad decisions, and blog it up!
Just for decoration man, that's and that's all.
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