Wee.
So I just went out with Mo (modiddle) and TC and Lucas and Lance. We went putt-putting (I lost, but not by as much as I had expected--I retain the title of Putt-putt QUEEN) and to this pizza place that, miraculously, had crab, shrimp, and artichoke pizza that was friggin' awesome. Too bad I got sick eating it >>;
Lucas didn't have Tylenol, Advil, or aspirin. At least, not that he was admitting. How is it that this man, an EMT, does not have headache medicine or band-aids in his house?
Watched Starsky and Hutch finally. Was less amused by the "do it" than the "show me your belly button." Then again, I love Will much more than Ben.
They told me tonight that I have low self-esteem, but I think they just look at my self-criticism from the wrong angle. They'll learn.
CHRIST I love this song.
Lucas didn't have Tylenol, Advil, or aspirin. At least, not that he was admitting. How is it that this man, an EMT, does not have headache medicine or band-aids in his house?
Watched Starsky and Hutch finally. Was less amused by the "do it" than the "show me your belly button." Then again, I love Will much more than Ben.
They told me tonight that I have low self-esteem, but I think they just look at my self-criticism from the wrong angle. They'll learn.
CHRIST I love this song.