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went to my first braves game the other day.
went to my first and only braves game the other day.
almost got arrested. was rocking some sweet sweet handcuffs for over and hour while an officer berated me and did the opposite of helping me. fun times. thank you officer caca face martin.
i really don't understand how things went so terribly wrong. it was bar none one of the worst nights of my life. i don't wish anyone such a shit time. from the clicking of the cuffs to that asshole trying to jump into the car getting my friend's phone back. heavy metal these days ain't what it used to be.
on with the good:
last night was a breath of fresh air. jess came down and we had non stop, hold onto your butt cheeks cos the night's gonna rock your ass kinda night. had an earl burger for the first time. i died and went to heaven. i wish i had been alone at home so i could bury my face in it and run around the house dancing and hula hooping. it was that good. everywhere we went last night we were surrounded by friends high fiving and hugging like it was fifth grade field day. everyone was in such great moods. it was one of those nights where you run into everyone you've ever met and wanted to see hang out in one place and get along. and it happened. AND THE LOVE OF MY LIFE RETURNED TO ME. ryan vaughn, my dear, my darling. my heart of hearts came to visit me in a bar and angels with their harps and ukuleles played til their fingers bled for us. it was perfect. all of it.
talked about star wars, we toasted vodka to the best of us, watched perfect hair forever, i saw my dear victoria. and i was reunited with my ryan. and it felt so good.
the best part about this weekend is that the phone james gave me has a pedometer on it and so far today i have walked 11,316 steps. god, i love technology. and kitty.
i don't love mint juleps though. or police officers named martin.
but i do like the show named martin.
and i also like the movie named police academy.
what's up with the bankhead bounce
went to my first and only braves game the other day.
almost got arrested. was rocking some sweet sweet handcuffs for over and hour while an officer berated me and did the opposite of helping me. fun times. thank you officer caca face martin.
i really don't understand how things went so terribly wrong. it was bar none one of the worst nights of my life. i don't wish anyone such a shit time. from the clicking of the cuffs to that asshole trying to jump into the car getting my friend's phone back. heavy metal these days ain't what it used to be.
on with the good:
last night was a breath of fresh air. jess came down and we had non stop, hold onto your butt cheeks cos the night's gonna rock your ass kinda night. had an earl burger for the first time. i died and went to heaven. i wish i had been alone at home so i could bury my face in it and run around the house dancing and hula hooping. it was that good. everywhere we went last night we were surrounded by friends high fiving and hugging like it was fifth grade field day. everyone was in such great moods. it was one of those nights where you run into everyone you've ever met and wanted to see hang out in one place and get along. and it happened. AND THE LOVE OF MY LIFE RETURNED TO ME. ryan vaughn, my dear, my darling. my heart of hearts came to visit me in a bar and angels with their harps and ukuleles played til their fingers bled for us. it was perfect. all of it.
talked about star wars, we toasted vodka to the best of us, watched perfect hair forever, i saw my dear victoria. and i was reunited with my ryan. and it felt so good.
the best part about this weekend is that the phone james gave me has a pedometer on it and so far today i have walked 11,316 steps. god, i love technology. and kitty.
i don't love mint juleps though. or police officers named martin.
but i do like the show named martin.
and i also like the movie named police academy.
what's up with the bankhead bounce