(Here’s a post done when I was at my parents on my laptop during Xmas Eve, but was unable to get intenet access, so I just typed it in Word for future reference!):
My catty uncle, that everyone hates (that I don’t) says right before a group pic “I hope you age as well as my wife” (who’s gorgeous). Really? You’re gonna be so superficial? To me one of your most loved nieces? How disappointing.
Another story? Mr. Philly was talking to my Grandpa at the nursing home today and was super nervous. So when Mr. Philly started talking about what time we went to bed the night before (it being extremely early) he said it was 9! They all said 9? He said, “Yes, 9 in the Afternoon!” Ha, my boy felt the Panic Effect out loud. We shared a laugh and a fist bump and no one got it.
Yesterday, we all RIPPED on my sis because she was slightly overserved and proceeded to drop a big dollop of mashed potatoes in my red wine. The yearly extra-classy bottle of wine that my boss buys me every year. I told her I couldn’t wait to tell him of such a hilarious feat back when I got to the office (he appreciates a good tale). Of course, my life being what it is, I had the opportunity to top the story when 5 minutes later, in an attempt to take a pic, I dropped MY CAMERA in the whole container of mashed potatoes!!!!!! LOLZ abound!
Finally, Mr. Philly and I have been separated this week because my ‘rents have 2 extra bedrooms, but both with only twin beds. So we’ve slept in entirely different rooms! My bed is like a cloud, super soft, layered with quilts and blankets and pillows, in the chilly, far right wing, dark, forest-covered end of the property, with snow falling all around. Pure heaven to me!
I am afeared that if it had internet access, I would never leave!!!!!
Ok - Now back to present-day. Are you KIDDING me with this Eagles game? Fucking A I love football.
Alrighty, I'm off to the wilds of Upstate NY where there is apparently tons of snow and only dial up.
But I've got Day Watch, Live in Chicago and 3 long-ass fics saved on my desktop. Hopefully that will be enough to tide me over til Sunday!
I don't know if/when I'll be able to read the fic, my family's a bunch of nosy motherfuckers.
Before I go, here's an oldie but a goodie to get you in the spirit:
Hi boys! Hi! I miss you!
I posted this last year (maybe a new tradition?) and had to go WAY back to my archive to find it. Awwww, I love reading my old posts!
*snuggles teh interwebs*
Okay, now I really have to go and get ready to catch my train to go to the second biggest shopping mall in the country to finish my Xmas shopping.
It should be . . . interesting!
Seriously though, yesterday was HARD dear reader. With the crap weather, my epic hangover from the firm party and the unwelcomed visit from my Aunt Flo, it was like the perfect storm of wondering how I even got out of bed. I wanted to just crawl back home SO BAD. Blaaarrrgh.
The party was, once again a mix of too much fun and innappropriateness. God I love it. The one guy who is always ALL over me at these things was especially hilarious. He kept saying, I know some of your secrets, tell me one more. You KNOW I wanted to be all "I read bandom slash on the internet daily - let me tell you what that means." HA! He would've freaked the fuck out, I'm sure.
Then I met these other dudes from Chitown and I was all "OMG I love that place, it has Patrick Stump!" Then they said they didn't know who he or Fall Out Boy was. The mind, it boggled.
I may hate that femaies always have a tougher time of things (seeing dancing backwards in heels).
But we will always be the prettiest.
This is my fave outfit of Gin's (besides the white ballgown, of course)