Jun 21, 2006 19:07
There's a dinner party at my house and the sudden outburst of yelling that occasionally happens in their adult converstaions makes me want to shoot something.
Wait what? Now everyone is leaving? What?
Tiiiiighht, less crazy enthusiastic yelling about world cup, food and other weird things.
It's so hot right now and everything is sweaty, the keyboard, my cellphone, my legs, the table, I feel gross.
okay now everyone's leaving? oh dear god, I have a feeling tonight is poker night.
good god no.
And It's A Small World But If You Wish Upon A Star It Doesn't Matter There's Nothing To It, Charlie.
Take Me Back To Honalee, Take me Back When There Were Dreams. All The Troubadors Will Be Singing For You And I
I'm leaving this sweaty area.