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dear livejournal,
i found a dress. apparently there are not photos of it online, but the shoes i bought to correspond did have photos so this is the shoe i am wearing with my dress (second shoe not featured, but included).
the dress is really nice too, trust me. ailie is coming to do my hair. it will be like the prom experience i should have had, except i'm looking forward to this and i actually like my date.
my office gave me a blackberry storm, so i'm reminded of how shitty my paid phone is within a second of having this glossy beauty grace my hand. it's like the more i try to say, "NO, INTERNET," the more i'm forced to do shit on it. what a life we live in. first world troubles are phenomenally rough.
i've been having dreams of being attacked by small animals. someone usually ends up dying (not part of the story).
michael said my titties smell like burger king. a junior whopper. he was kidding, but unfortunately he told all his coworkers that he said my titties smell like an extra value meal and so eventually i'll have to face the music. he made me a delicious steak dinner that was still kicking. friday and saturday is steak night, i guess. extravagant company party, here i come! also, we're going to go see sebastien tellier on tuesday.
this is sebastien tellier with daft punk:
yeah, i know.
i found a dress. apparently there are not photos of it online, but the shoes i bought to correspond did have photos so this is the shoe i am wearing with my dress (second shoe not featured, but included).
the dress is really nice too, trust me. ailie is coming to do my hair. it will be like the prom experience i should have had, except i'm looking forward to this and i actually like my date.
my office gave me a blackberry storm, so i'm reminded of how shitty my paid phone is within a second of having this glossy beauty grace my hand. it's like the more i try to say, "NO, INTERNET," the more i'm forced to do shit on it. what a life we live in. first world troubles are phenomenally rough.
i've been having dreams of being attacked by small animals. someone usually ends up dying (not part of the story).
michael said my titties smell like burger king. a junior whopper. he was kidding, but unfortunately he told all his coworkers that he said my titties smell like an extra value meal and so eventually i'll have to face the music. he made me a delicious steak dinner that was still kicking. friday and saturday is steak night, i guess. extravagant company party, here i come! also, we're going to go see sebastien tellier on tuesday.
this is sebastien tellier with daft punk:
yeah, i know.