July 20, 2005
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I just wiped some errant snot on the back of one of my desk legs… ahh, it’s good to be a grownup. my kids look forward to the day when they too can drink from the carton, go to 7-11 at midnight for twinkies, and stash their boogers with impunity. parenting, it’s all about instilling goals dontcha know.
the reunion, a good time was had by all, or most, I guess. a certain someone appeared to be sloshed beyond reason. oddly enough, all I could think was, damn, I hope he gets home safely.
we-he-hell… I’m off to the seven eleven for saltines and 7up, and maybe twinkies. oh yeah, forgot to mention that I have sickies and the barfage is phenomenal. dee-dee dee dee-dee-dee, phenomenal, dee dee-dee-dee…
hey-ho rock and roll, deliver me from nowhere…
Comments (12)
twinkies? yucccccccccccck. blecch.
Hope you liked ‘em.
yeah, I’ve not gone yet… actually, I saw twinkie when I mean waxy-chocolate covered doughnette.
it’s like saying kleenex for tissue.
hee!
snot 7-11 twinkies springsteen puke, i love thee.
Sorry you’re not feeling well. My son had barfage earlier this week. 90 degrees and vomit, what a fun day that was!
I think I’ll email you privately when you’re feeling better about the reunion. I want to hear about all the events. Hmm, trying to figure out who was sloshed.
i’ve already determined i’m not going to any of my reunions.
although i have had people hunt me down from high school.
still don’t think i want to go. maybe to a later one.
who cares i’m still a few years away from my first one. *ducks*
i miss you, love.
if you set a barfage goal, say in terms of gallons, that would be a fun way to make a game out of barfing your guts out.
get better
I dont even know if my high school has reunions… that’s how plugged in I am.
feel better, my little pony! (and I don’t mean that in the obvious dirty way. unless you want me to mean it that way, and in that case, I do.)
pox to you!
i got rid my dog and moved into an apartment!
poxes poxes!
Bahah I love those goals
One of the happiest days of my life was passing my driving test so I could go to the 7-11 for Sara Lee chocolate cake by myself 
Messy drunk, eh? heh. Serves him.
he won’t be getting his vowels back anytime soon!