To see you when I wake up is a gift I didn't think real
Wonderful fucking weekend (for the most part).
Friday I went into Winston, and picked up Christine. Went to Goodwill for Halloween costume stuff. I found a Glassjaw t-shirt there for Jeff, which he loves. Mad awesome girlfriend points for me. Got dinner and went to Party City. Yet another awkward incident.
Random stocky bad haircut sceneyboppper: Hey.. hey. *walks closer as I try to ignore her* Hey!
Me: *turns around* Yeah?
Girl: Hey do you date Jeff Chandler?
Me: *thinks it's a friend of his psycho ex... waits..* "uhh yeah.."
Girl: I thought so! I used to date his brother! I saw your display picture on myspace. Just wanted to say you make a cute couple.
Me: Uhh thanks..
I swear if I get the myspace bomb dropped on me one more time.
Let's see... hung out with Jeff's friends for a while, took Christine home, went to Waffle House with his friends, then passed out in his friends chair and went back to Josh's.
Saturday.. woke up and ate lunch, and picked up Jessika and Zach from her mom's work. Went to buy halloween shit. Get back in the car and turn the ignition. What happens? *siighhh* Fucking battery. So I'm like boxed in my vacant cars, and no one looks like they'd want to help. So Jeff gets out there about 40 minutes later. After 20 minutes of trying, we give up, and take the goddamned battery and warranty papers to Sears. After another FUCKING hour of them "testing" the battery, they conclude that it is, indeed, dead as hell. Hmm coulda told them that. Spend $70 on a new one, leave angrily, proceed to Vickie's to buy panties and feel better. The 4 of us get dinner at Ishi, and then head out to the fair, to be even more fatties. My photography didn't win anything. Motherfuckers. But, in conclusion, I ate fudge, cuddled lambs, ate onion rings and curly fries, played the water squirting game and won a Sonic the Hedgehog, rode the Ferris Wheel, and ate a Caramel Apple. Soo pretty much best fair ever, aside from not winning anything in photography. Then we went back to Josh and Becky's and watched some CSI with them, because we're dorks.
Mmmm suggestive buttery corn.
Awww he looks so sad.
We're fatties.
Ugh, time to vomit.
As the carnie leans into my picture.
Pretty
Zach trying not to cry, due to his fear of heights.
Yeee. Word up to teeny ass old Boyscout shirt I stole. Jeff's going to have no clothes left soon.
Kisses.
Aw.
Holdin' on!
Mmm I love how I get caramel like all over my face.
Get it.
Friday I went into Winston, and picked up Christine. Went to Goodwill for Halloween costume stuff. I found a Glassjaw t-shirt there for Jeff, which he loves. Mad awesome girlfriend points for me. Got dinner and went to Party City. Yet another awkward incident.
Random stocky bad haircut sceneyboppper: Hey.. hey. *walks closer as I try to ignore her* Hey!
Me: *turns around* Yeah?
Girl: Hey do you date Jeff Chandler?
Me: *thinks it's a friend of his psycho ex... waits..* "uhh yeah.."
Girl: I thought so! I used to date his brother! I saw your display picture on myspace. Just wanted to say you make a cute couple.
Me: Uhh thanks..
I swear if I get the myspace bomb dropped on me one more time.
Let's see... hung out with Jeff's friends for a while, took Christine home, went to Waffle House with his friends, then passed out in his friends chair and went back to Josh's.
Saturday.. woke up and ate lunch, and picked up Jessika and Zach from her mom's work. Went to buy halloween shit. Get back in the car and turn the ignition. What happens? *siighhh* Fucking battery. So I'm like boxed in my vacant cars, and no one looks like they'd want to help. So Jeff gets out there about 40 minutes later. After 20 minutes of trying, we give up, and take the goddamned battery and warranty papers to Sears. After another FUCKING hour of them "testing" the battery, they conclude that it is, indeed, dead as hell. Hmm coulda told them that. Spend $70 on a new one, leave angrily, proceed to Vickie's to buy panties and feel better. The 4 of us get dinner at Ishi, and then head out to the fair, to be even more fatties. My photography didn't win anything. Motherfuckers. But, in conclusion, I ate fudge, cuddled lambs, ate onion rings and curly fries, played the water squirting game and won a Sonic the Hedgehog, rode the Ferris Wheel, and ate a Caramel Apple. Soo pretty much best fair ever, aside from not winning anything in photography. Then we went back to Josh and Becky's and watched some CSI with them, because we're dorks.
Mmmm suggestive buttery corn.
Awww he looks so sad.
We're fatties.
Ugh, time to vomit.
As the carnie leans into my picture.
Pretty
Zach trying not to cry, due to his fear of heights.
Yeee. Word up to teeny ass old Boyscout shirt I stole. Jeff's going to have no clothes left soon.
Kisses.
Aw.
Holdin' on!
Mmm I love how I get caramel like all over my face.
Get it.