wiiknd: 3d dinosaurs gave me a tension headache and freaked.me.out.

wedding reception.

sneaky slip showings.

le tigre reunion.

reminiscing former "party days."

"spicy, spicy, spicy."

nail sticker peeling.

free ice cream.

wendy's + workaholics.

sweet, sweet slumber.

quakeys.

chick-fil-a. 

jurassic park 3d.

 stomach = nervous wreck.

in your face raptors.

"i hate stupid newman."

baby babbles for ten solid minutes.

shakes for supper.

psych.

sleep.

"hi, sweetie. wake up. it's 8:30."

nine o'clock church.

uuuuugggghhhhh.

presidency meeting.

 after meeting meeting = golden.

grilled cheese lunch.

the voice.

open windows.

this is 40.

quiche [lorraine].

books in bed. *

pillow talk.

*actual reading, not a fancy move.

so many nuggets.

i can't get over how much i love this video.

i just can't.
i probably shouldn't be posting it,
but i don't even care.
deal with it, internet.

friday night was awful.

i bawled all day and most of the night.

cory used his powers,

discovered what i wanted/needed

and we got chick-fil-a for dinner.

but before i could fill my veins 

with chick-fil-a sauce,  

we went to target for some dayquil.

 on our way out,

homeboy sang the brothers gibb as best he could,

whispered all kinds of inappropriate things

and squeezed my butt one too many times.

i'm being completely honest

when i say this is how most of our outings go.

and carla,

that sex nuggets reference is all your fault.

these twelve lays are getting out of control.

i hope you're happy.

because he definitely is.

ay-oooooh.

in other (more appropriate news)...

i'm excited for christmas.

christmas and django.
also,
the iphone skinny video format
is killing me.

two points short.

the other night

someone asked grandma 

what her life story would be rated.

she responded with a proud,

"XXXXX!!!"

she said she thought the x's meant stars.

yeah....right...

well kids, it's official.

my brown half is taking over.

last night i made fried rice because i had been craving soy sauce.

craving it like woah.

i sat down to eat and wasn't happy.

something was missing.

i got up, went to my fridge and pulled out my tapatio.

mmm delicioso. 

bestfridayever.

remember this?

lemmebreakitdownfuhya.

fiesty had a birthday.

we made a billion cupcakes.

our success made us want to open a shop called "consider yourself sprinkled."

because we're cool like that. 

really though.

with stunna shades, asterisks, at signs, dollar signs,

 hash marks, get some and jersey shore references

i think we'd make bank.

i believe the gangster demographic is not represented in the cupcake industry.

have no fear my thugs, i hear you and i will represent you.

we're going to practice all summer and make the best baby cakes ever.

the rest of the night was spent dancing away.

i'm not exaggerating when i tell you it was

the.best.dance.party.ever.

i base this solely on the fact that i never stopped dancing

and i woke up the next morning unable to move my neck, shoulders or back.

the music and i became one.

it was truly magical.

good tunes. good friends. good cakes.

yeah we do it right in le tigre.

wicka whhat?!

oh, and for another indicator of how good our party was,

the following were left behind. 

spicy.

i hate you j.j. abrams

yes my children, 

it is true.
after four years, i finally finished lost.

it's been a long, hard road but i made it.

i've reached the light at the end of the tunnel. 

but not the light, because that would be devastating.

and i've said it once, i'll say it a thousand times,

sawyer is just too hawt to handle. 

spicy.

do the dino dance.

we played scattergories at fhe.

our group had the best responses.

here are a few examples:

[letter = o]

tools: o.j. simpson

[letter = e]

things in a medicine cabinet: ecstasy

weapons: elastic bands

[letter = m]

things that are black: men

[letter = w]

body part: weenis

foreign food: wienerschnitzel

things you yell:  whore

i guess some of those answers were too spicy for some people to handle.

i got way too many appalled/disapproving looks for yelling whore.

it's like they've never seen mean girls.

in between sessions i got bored and drew on myself.

left ankle.

{i've been doodling dinosaurs a lot lately. hello, new obsession.}

right ankle.

{roboto by bethanie.}

we're thinking about going professional.

oooh spicy

it's hawt.

we know.

reer.