Why I rule, and confessions of a shop-a-holic
I need to cut back on my social life. But, I kind of like it. Maybe its because its so diverse and each day is action packed. Maybe I'm just busy.
Al and I have this joke. When I say I'm running errons, 9 out of 10 times, it means I'm shopping. Which, I must admit, that I have been doing it alot lately.
Not only did I total score on the Rummage Sales on Saturday, Community Clothesline and Goodwill were also evil places to go to. Who knew I could look this good, for so cheap. Thankfully Community Clothesline, a thrift store run by nuns, doesn't accept plastic. But Goodwill does. Sometime, mainly because I found my digital camera, I'll be posting photos. Mainly to Flickr and to Thrifty Whore-ya are what cha are Blanche.
Its Gary's birthday today. I don't know how old he is, so I put "Happy 21st Gary" on the cake. I really wanted to do "Dora the Explorer" candels but that maybe taking it too far.
He's cooking me dinner and has requested that I should bring dessert. However on his next comment that I should also concider bringing some porn, I think I might be the dessert. Which since I'm hardly chocolate covered (yet), and am sure I taste a little sour-that is not a possibility.
The house apraisal was today. The lady seemed impressed, asked alot about the house (or I just talked non-stop), and took a few pictures. That is one less thing to worry about.
Tomarrow, there are more errons to run. This time to Red Wing with J and D for a little road trip/thrift store romp. Rumor has it that the Salvation Army in Rochester, sends all the good "shit" to Red Wing. Nancy Drew and Company are here to close that mother fucker DOWN. Report tomarrow night.
I look cute, the gift I got Gary is dripping Gay, and the card I got tastefully dirty, with inside humor.
Lets party on wayne. Party on Garth.
Al and I have this joke. When I say I'm running errons, 9 out of 10 times, it means I'm shopping. Which, I must admit, that I have been doing it alot lately.
Not only did I total score on the Rummage Sales on Saturday, Community Clothesline and Goodwill were also evil places to go to. Who knew I could look this good, for so cheap. Thankfully Community Clothesline, a thrift store run by nuns, doesn't accept plastic. But Goodwill does. Sometime, mainly because I found my digital camera, I'll be posting photos. Mainly to Flickr and to Thrifty Whore-ya are what cha are Blanche.
Its Gary's birthday today. I don't know how old he is, so I put "Happy 21st Gary" on the cake. I really wanted to do "Dora the Explorer" candels but that maybe taking it too far.
He's cooking me dinner and has requested that I should bring dessert. However on his next comment that I should also concider bringing some porn, I think I might be the dessert. Which since I'm hardly chocolate covered (yet), and am sure I taste a little sour-that is not a possibility.
The house apraisal was today. The lady seemed impressed, asked alot about the house (or I just talked non-stop), and took a few pictures. That is one less thing to worry about.
Tomarrow, there are more errons to run. This time to Red Wing with J and D for a little road trip/thrift store romp. Rumor has it that the Salvation Army in Rochester, sends all the good "shit" to Red Wing. Nancy Drew and Company are here to close that mother fucker DOWN. Report tomarrow night.
I look cute, the gift I got Gary is dripping Gay, and the card I got tastefully dirty, with inside humor.
Lets party on wayne. Party on Garth.