IRELAND, MOTHERFUCKERS!

Dec 12, 2003 10:04

Two hours. In two hours my parents will be picking me up and I will be on my way to Ireland.

I totally flipped out last night. I tore up my apartment looking for my passport (the place is even more of a sty than usual right now) and ended up calling my mother, almost in tears, to tell her that I couldn't go to Ireland because the passport was nowhere to be found. My mom was so calm as she told me to go look through the suitcase I took to Italy. I went in the closet and got it and fucking lo and behold, there it was!

I felt that after that I needed to celebrate, so Dixie and I went out to get Josh and go to Y-Not 3 for karaoke. We were the first ones there, so I figured it'd be a quiet night. Oh how silly I am. It was hilarious. There were tons of people, girls pole dancing and Josh singing "Is She Really Gong Out With Him". I actually talked to some guy about computers and wasn't bored by the conversation. (Dixie, he wants us to go out with him and his girlfriend and those other people they were with.) It was a great beginning to what promises to be a great few next weeks.

Oh, and I may go to Two Rivers after I get back, so you may not see me until after Christmas. I'll see. My mother is luring me there with promises of buying me a new cell phone.

Love you all! If I don't talk to you before, have a wonderful Christmas! (Or Chrismukkah.)
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