Oh, yesterday was fun. Maybe I'll update in full later. Right now, I'm exhausted and starving.
cmon_get_happy bought me a fabulous San Francisco hoodie (
jorajo!
mis_mis_eree!
haggardlilslayr!), a super cute purse, and a lovely ankle bracelet that doesn't fit my ankle, but it's a nice wrist bracelet. All for me birthday! Thanks, Meeshy Bear!
Ryan: Heather had an intimate dream about him [Brett Favre] last night. *pause* I'm jealous! I want to have an intimate dream about him!
Kat: I want a pickle! Shaped like his cock!
Michelle (Michizzle) is a grammar snob!!!!!
Ryan: They ripped me off. They stole my chord progression.
Kat: Those bastards! Joseph Arthur's a son of a bitch!
Kat: Jackie and Amber can lick my clit. They have messy buns like they're cute, but mmm-mmm. They're not.
Kat: It was insanity on lips!
Kat: Ryan looks like Popeye!
Kat, ghetto fabulously: I'll do the sing along! Wassup?
*Kat trips*
*Michelle giggles*
Kat: SHUT UP! NOBODY ASKED YOU!
Kat, re: U-571 and the kid who played Smalls in The Sandlot: Cried like a bitch! YUP!
Michelle: Ryan! You don't play bar dice with me! I'm bitter!
Kat: He don't play SHIT! He don't even play 'Teenage Dirtbag'!