When I'm Better Than Your Life.
So despite all the shenanigans involved in making an appointment for a haircut, most of it involving making an appointment and having to wait an hour for someone to even take a look at our hair at a fucking Magic Cuts shop, I have the cutest new hairstyle. It's so nice to actually have a hairstyle as opposed to the "long, straight, flat, vaguely hippie" style I've been sporting for the last six months.
And have I mentioned that I look really hot with it? I am totally cruising myself right now.
So Evil Dead: The Musical! was just as awesome the second time as it was the first. My sister and I got blood right in the eye, and we laughed so hard, we were sick. I only wish we could've gotten tickets to next Saturday's show because Bruce Campbell himself is gonna be in attendance. Then again, it's Shannon's birthday party, and I wouldn't miss that for the world.
Anyway, the best part came after when we were getting dinner at KFC and we accidentally scared a very tiny, quiet Indian family who just wanted some chicken at ten-thirty at night. I guess being covered in fake blood and giggling like maniacs and taking pictures of everything did nothing to reassure them that we weren't going to skin and eat them just for fun. Sorry, random Indian family, our bad!
And then we passed by a squad car, bloodied and carrying chicken, and the brother-in-law saw them run his plates. So if you never hear from me again, you know the government's got me locked up in some cell for being a "person of interest" or whatever they're calling it these days.
I hope you are all having a wonderful time doing what you're doing. I blow you kisses and send you love, and, Danny, I smooch you in private. I'm off to have drinks at 3 Monkeys with my broheim and my sister.
p.s. - happy birthday, Shmanny! You are one of the best people in my life, and I love you dearly. I hope you're having an excellent time. <3333333333333333
And have I mentioned that I look really hot with it? I am totally cruising myself right now.
So Evil Dead: The Musical! was just as awesome the second time as it was the first. My sister and I got blood right in the eye, and we laughed so hard, we were sick. I only wish we could've gotten tickets to next Saturday's show because Bruce Campbell himself is gonna be in attendance. Then again, it's Shannon's birthday party, and I wouldn't miss that for the world.
Anyway, the best part came after when we were getting dinner at KFC and we accidentally scared a very tiny, quiet Indian family who just wanted some chicken at ten-thirty at night. I guess being covered in fake blood and giggling like maniacs and taking pictures of everything did nothing to reassure them that we weren't going to skin and eat them just for fun. Sorry, random Indian family, our bad!
And then we passed by a squad car, bloodied and carrying chicken, and the brother-in-law saw them run his plates. So if you never hear from me again, you know the government's got me locked up in some cell for being a "person of interest" or whatever they're calling it these days.
I hope you are all having a wonderful time doing what you're doing. I blow you kisses and send you love, and, Danny, I smooch you in private. I'm off to have drinks at 3 Monkeys with my broheim and my sister.
p.s. - happy birthday, Shmanny! You are one of the best people in my life, and I love you dearly. I hope you're having an excellent time. <3333333333333333