When you’re sitting around a table of friends with a couple drinks in your belly, and you turn to a friend who seems to be totally zonked out and say, “Are you having an OK time? Sorry this is kinda lame,” and she says back, “It’d be better with drugs.”
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Someone in my family is really sick, and I am FREAKING THE FUCK OUT! I don’t want to bring it up to people to their faces, because then you get all of the, “Omigod, I’m sooo sorry, you poor thing,” bullshit, or else you make people feel uncomfortable and then they don’t want to talk to you at all. I just want people to be normal. Listen if I need to talk, but mostly, just act like everything is cool. And when I drink a bit much because I’m upset about all of this and I drunk-blog, don’t make me feel crappy about it.
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Another camrade is taking the plunge. While Trent and I are fighting over him wanting a prenup (My left tit! There is no FUCKING way! How else will I make my millions?), my friends are marrying themselves off left and right. Last weekend I received an early morning text message saying, “call me as soon as you get up!” The exclamation point had me worried. Either someone had died, she had an inoperable brain tumor, or she was getting engaged. What’s in door number 3?
You guessed it.
So in order to truly fulfill her life as a singleton, I will now post embarrassing pictures of her during her carefree college days, when she could never even IMAGINE the big M-word.
Don’t worry, I wouldn’t be THAT big of a bitch to just embarrass my own personal Christina. Check out me in the hideous wig and lovely Sharpie tatoo. I was also wearing some sexy thigh-highs under my horrific skirt. And don’t forget the platforms covered in sparkly glue. I know. You never knew sexy until this moment. You’re welcome.
I love you, Woman. And I’m glad you’re gitten hitched. Please have an open bar. And do not allow me to don a wig. No matter how much I beg.
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Signs you’re an old, boring fart
/2 Comments/in Blond /by MeganWhen you’re sitting around a table of friends with a couple drinks in your belly, and you turn to a friend who seems to be totally zonked out and say, “Are you having an OK time? Sorry this is kinda lame,” and she says back, “It’d be better with drugs.”
Not so funny entry of the month
/0 Comments/in Family /by MeganSomeone in my family is really sick, and I am FREAKING THE FUCK OUT! I don’t want to bring it up to people to their faces, because then you get all of the, “Omigod, I’m sooo sorry, you poor thing,” bullshit, or else you make people feel uncomfortable and then they don’t want to talk to you at all. I just want people to be normal. Listen if I need to talk, but mostly, just act like everything is cool. And when I drink a bit much because I’m upset about all of this and I drunk-blog, don’t make me feel crappy about it.
Another One Bites the Dust
/1 Comment/in Fun /by MeganAnother camrade is taking the plunge. While Trent and I are fighting over him wanting a prenup (My left tit! There is no FUCKING way! How else will I make my millions?), my friends are marrying themselves off left and right. Last weekend I received an early morning text message saying, “call me as soon as you get up!” The exclamation point had me worried. Either someone had died, she had an inoperable brain tumor, or she was getting engaged. What’s in door number 3?
You guessed it.
So in order to truly fulfill her life as a singleton, I will now post embarrassing pictures of her during her carefree college days, when she could never even IMAGINE the big M-word.
Don’t worry, I wouldn’t be THAT big of a bitch to just embarrass my own personal Christina. Check out me in the hideous wig and lovely Sharpie tatoo. I was also wearing some sexy thigh-highs under my horrific skirt. And don’t forget the platforms covered in sparkly glue. I know. You never knew sexy until this moment. You’re welcome.
I love you, Woman. And I’m glad you’re gitten hitched. Please have an open bar. And do not allow me to don a wig. No matter how much I beg.