How many ways can you say fat...you just don't know.
Ok, so basically, I need to finish my work but one thing I JUST HAD THE FUNNIEST NIGHT EVER. I went to SI with Jay, Ari, and the COOLEST MAN ALIVE Jack Friedman...Yes Cara and Whitie, THE COOLEST MAN ALIVE. Laughing so hard the entire ride, from getting stuck in HORRIBLE traffice to me and Ari about to PEE our pants, Bratterson and his bad directions...the way there was awesome. We FINALLY got to the chapters and Shalom is awesome. We stayed there for about 5 seconds and the meeting is over. We got back in the car and I literally couldn't breathe. Plump, Stocky, Stout, Love Handles, Broad..the List goes on. Seriously the Road Trip of me FRICKIN' Life. Tonite was great. I<3 Jack Friedman.
Anywho, on a "brighter" note...I was just wondering why I fuck things up so well. If anyone has the answer, I'd love to hear it.
Don't you love when things are your fault? YAY.