i wish lauren and heidi were friends again. really.
i would just like to state for the record that tomorrow, i, stephanie, will be sitting in yankee stadium, watching the best rivalry in the history of baseball.
i am so excited, it's kind of ridiculous.
i mean, i had a totally crappy day (mostly), i'm tired and cranky and pissy (my sisters will attest), but tomorrow i am going to the bronx to buy expensive beer.
i am also going to be wearing my brand new posada shirt, which i am both insanely happy and insanely embarrassed to own. but THE WEASEL. i love the weasel. man, the weasel is total class. (and he can hit the crap out of the a's, and always does, so you know this love is transcendent.)
i think i need some alcohol as i continue to back up everything on my computer in hopes of a clean slate . . .
(also, why the hell does "the hills" pull on EVERY HEART STRING I HAVE?! seriously. this whole lauren/heidi thing is driving me insane. make up! be friends again! i am so sad.)
i am so excited, it's kind of ridiculous.
i mean, i had a totally crappy day (mostly), i'm tired and cranky and pissy (my sisters will attest), but tomorrow i am going to the bronx to buy expensive beer.
i am also going to be wearing my brand new posada shirt, which i am both insanely happy and insanely embarrassed to own. but THE WEASEL. i love the weasel. man, the weasel is total class. (and he can hit the crap out of the a's, and always does, so you know this love is transcendent.)
i think i need some alcohol as i continue to back up everything on my computer in hopes of a clean slate . . .
(also, why the hell does "the hills" pull on EVERY HEART STRING I HAVE?! seriously. this whole lauren/heidi thing is driving me insane. make up! be friends again! i am so sad.)