confession hour

Apr 01, 2007 14:59

Dammit.
I love being in Georgia.
Momma and I just had confession hour, which means i tell tell her everything, and by everything I mean EVERYTHING, and she goes oh yeah I totally did that when I was your age, actually I did that when you were 3 too, and then I feel better about my life.
Yeah.
I've been drinkin for a hot minute, totally had dinner at TGI Fridays. Yup. Amy and I had the most annoying ordeal at the airport, apparantly you have to prepay to get out of the damn lot, we had no idea, neither did anybody else parked in the lot, a half hour later, we eventually get out? Always a damn situation. stupid airport.
There was a bug in my beer earlier. Yeah thas what the south is all about, bug in yr beer. Whut.
Also creepy waiter at bar, hitting on me and calling me boots, due to my awesome attire of purple dress and cowboy boots, he was like 85 or something. GROSS. Also he kept calling my mom, "mom of boots" you know what dude. SHUT UP>
I need to live here now.
Lookin at my future home tomorrow and shit. Whut.
Oh yeah.
Whut.
Okay need to stop.
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