...so don't worry, this isn't so much a post as it is a reminder. To come to my fucking birthday [party] on June 7th.
I also regret to mention that a commitment to attend my birthday is unfortunately a declined invitation to Fedak and Magda's birthday, also on the same night.
Not to fear, Birthday Revelers!
We will all be meeting up late night to celebrate 24 years of bad decisions and mildly entertaining accomplishments (including a screening of my internationally renowned McDonald's commercial, "Secret Friends". Secret, indeed. Big clown feet for big clown shoes, Ronald. And he fills up every centimeter.)
Until next time, here is a list of stuff to do:
1. Color code your closet like Kristin Atchison
2. Knock your closet onto the floor like Lauren Atchison
3. Fill your closet with shit you'll never wear like Megan Levant
4. Eat an artichoke like me.
Artichokes are delicious as long as you don't over cook them. You will know it's ready when a leaf pulls off easily.
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PSHTAW...ill wear that gold lame skin tight tube dress from american apparel someday my friend. as for those tags...i think its therapeutic to leave them on, dangling from the sleeves of my gorgeous conquests...reminds me of a simpler time.
ReplyDeletesome points to ponder for the next blog....repeat of lunch time topics at ignatius...bean how far down do those freckles go, the waltons: too cute ot too close?, matt simon- please stop whining,among other gems. Or make a blog post completely dedicated to me. there would be so much amazing, interesting, donwright beautiful things to talk about, dont you think? and make sure my husbands make some appearances- rambo looooves to gossip. alright, one more hour til i work out on my lunch break- what a powerhouse- feel free to add that. walk the dogs at noon lazy skank.