I am not yet drunk – but right from the beginning – I want to say this Bridgette… no matter how single you are, no matter the time of year YOU DON’T GO TO YOUR MOTHERS TURKEY CURRY BUFFET and YOU NEVER LET YOUR MOTHER DRESS YOU.
I’m gonna have to take shots of Tequila to get through seeing Uncle Geffrey – creep of the season.
Luckily for every crazy mother, there is a perfectly sane father.
Ok – lets talk about it. Mark Darcy…
Maybe it’s just me but there is nothing that Colin Firth isn’t sexy. But Bridgette – shut the fuck up. We get it – he’s hot, but don’t try to be something that you are not. Cause that’s never gonna get you anywhere. But you are allowed to be an ass after her calls you a spinster.
Fuck you Mark Darcy.
I relate to you Bridget. Just instead of Frasier reruns, I am pantless in my room watching you on the computer as I swig down wine and burp from the Coke that I shouldn’t have drank earlier, but I did. However, I am now a glass in and singing All By Myself at the top of my lungs with you. Forgive me neighbors that like to do it like jackrabbits above me.
I have a legit question. At what age are you supposed to buy the fancy pajamas? Cause I may be running behind.
I haven’t started a diary, but I have started a bullet journal. Does that count?
Is it just me again that doesn’t find Hugh Grant all that attractive?
Ok lets talk. Under no circumstances do you karaoke in front of co-workers. There are lines. You can go to the bar and make an ass out of yourself. Sing or screech until your hearts content. But this singing… nope.
Best Friend call. Well that’s sweet. I have a few best friends. I give them daily pep talks and they give me the move back to LA talk. I mean here’s the thing though, I love them – so I will listen to their bullshit, like they will listen to mine.
Hahaha, a one hit wonder. I have a one hit record guy friend – but that’s cause he’s 35 and only ever hit it once. She was ugly – a complete and utter bitch.
Why is there no one at my office that I want to ask me if my skirt is off sick? I’d be like ummm… yes. And I work from home, so the pants are too. I am all for whatever anyone wants to wear – but sheer – I can’t. I just can’t.
What’s it that they say – don’t shit where you eat? I mean obviously they’ve never lived in a NYC shoebox. NEVER SLEEP WITH ANYONE YOU WORK WITH. And if you do, you need to make sure that you keep that shit so far under wraps that people think that your vajayjay is sewn closed. Also, – never listen to your friends, especially dumb fucks with bad advice.