doin' stuff like this:
(that would not be my wedding. obvs. but this is where i am hoping to have my wedding. yes, i know i need to book if i want it in less than a year. this would be why i am buggin'. yeah, i said buggin')
i was here for a while:
(this would be north conway, nh. i decided if i turned 30 in the woods of nh, my thirties wouldn't really find me and i would still be 29 when i got back to MA. good logic, right?)
i was trying to figure out stuff like this:
(leopard print skivvies in a tree. in the middle of the woods. seems like a good night...)
hmm. what else? oh yeah, and jersey shore. duh. i especially enjoy when the situation calls for pizza or a cab ("wait. what's the name?"). and pauly d- he's on fire this season. and by on fire, i mean funny. and i don't even know if he means to be, but he is. it's all pretty darn good in miami.
i don't know what has been wrong with me lately, but i have been a wicked lurker and that's it. i am like a little hermit crab. i snoop around until i see someones shadow, then i retreat to my shell. or a groundhog. or something. i mean online. with blogs and the twat and stuff. i reread that and it made no sense so felt i should clarify.
i googled things that make no sense. this will probably give me nightmares.
HOLD THE PRESSES. paranormal activity two?! i mean, the first one was alright, but hasn't that ship sailed? does anyone remember blair witch 2? me either- i had to google it to see if it existed. silliness.
anywho, there. band-aid officially ripped off.
i miss the intahnets. and this post kind of makes me seem like i am on drugs. gah.