Thursday, January 12, 2006
around the horn
leah's gonna get married in 5.5 months
shes registered at target, she rented a dvd for new years and now shes picking out flowers for her big bash
>Picking flowers. Who knew what a big rucus flowers could cause? We initially picked out flowers months ago deciding to get them out of the way. We were going with calla lilies and lots of greenary. How come everyone but us knew that calla lilies were the most expensive flowers in the universe? Anyways, so we changed everything. We are now going with amazing colors! (orange, pink, hot pink, red, and yellow) and I even get an arch. So excited about the arch. Gerber daisies, you are lovely! mimi's getting married this weekend.
>Met with the chef. Cheese, fruit, cake, and veggies. Eat before you come. I'm not your mother!
she may hurl.
OK. Now I'm nervous. So nervous that I can't think very well. So nervous my throat is constricting and I keep having to pee. Tomorrow is rehearsal and blah blah and Saturday is it. Next time I post here I'll have a new last name. And finally there will be no more wedding talk. bunny mcintosh has now been married twelve days.
Wish me luck. I'm off to be a bride. Gulp.
this was her report from the silky deserts of las vegas
On Jan. 1, 2006, the resurrected bodies of my past life lovers George Washington and Benjamin Franklin ascended from Middle Earth to witness this, a most perfect union, between yours truly, Bunny Mcintosh and her dashing and wonderful husband, Richard Delicious. we're still awaiting that heartfelt post, however if you have anything you wanna ask the chickie from metric, mrs delicious will be happy to ask them for you.
I got married in a black dress. I won hundreds of dollars in slot machine play, and chased Weird Al Yankovic through a Caesars Palace shouting "Mr. Weird! I'm your third biggest fan. I have several of your tapes..." in a drunken bout of enthusiasm.
I will post pictures and tell you much more of my tale in a heart felt post in the not so distant future. Right now, I am decompressing by building a shed in the yard. In the mean time, be good my pretties.
ms jana pants finally made it to harvard and whats the first thing she does? dry hump the statue of the founder mr john harvard.
god bless our little angel.
does anyone read this piece of shit and live in boston, i don't know anyone near my age and i want to go get wasted and do things that are not wholesome fun for the whole family. i lied, the only person i know here is a dude i was in future business assholes of america crap with in high school on the state leadership team and he is kind of boring and i don't even think he drinks or whatever and we used to hook up Aaaaand he has a girlfriend. so it might be awkward. alecia is the girl of my dreams. if only i was eighty years younger.
come distract me so i don't have to hang out with senator lameface. also i am going to nyc on saturday so if you want to buy me a drink please email.
Over Winter Break I've: someone is clearly guest blogging over at chez flagrant:
-Gone to Mexico twice.
-Broken THREE fucking cellphones.
-Made out with a handful of guys.
-Made out with a couple lucky females.
-Smoked a lot of reefer.
-Taken a lot of adderall.
-Earned and promptly spent a shitload of money.
-Drank mind-blowing amounts of beer.
- spent several hours researching at ucla. and yes, i see shes dropped my link. no need to continue with the emails. the busblog hasnt been all that lately, who can blamer?
- agreed to [guest lecture event] with the prosperous professor.
- sought out additional resume parchment paper in westwood.
- [worst part of day:] retrieved voicemail messages.
- agreed to go out this week with a make!up!artist! friend.
note: dread, i look ghastly, sick, rough, and worn, etc...
- shopped at whole foods.
- went to my house for the first time since last thursday.
- roasted a turkey breast for the physician who moved in with me.
he said: "i thought you never left the house?"
note: too many people continue to confuse today with yesterday.
consider: don't they ever change their calendars?
speaking of swimsuit models, why is it that when i see this, i like it just as much as this?
infact those curves simply make my mind want to snowboard all over them.
maybe it means im not gay after all.
take that shelbyville.
anti + featured fotos + freak power tix
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