send me strength, friends.
chad is coming to stay with me.
(maybe he will help me change my hubcap covers and fix the door lock on the apt.)
it's raining like crazy right now.
i'm so excited that al gore won the nobel peace prize (but still doubt he will run for pres).
and sat night (while chad is here--i'm a great hostess), i am going to one of those crazy (and expensive) squirt bottle restaurants with a friend (who insists it's really great). i'm hoping we'll have room to go to this place on the way back, but i doubt that will happen. when i told joe, one of my favorite farmers that i was going to this restaurant on saturday (he and the chef are friends), he told me i'd love it, and then he pointed to his pants and said, "these are david's!" uh. is it just me or is it really weird that they are sharing pants? (actually, they were hand me downs)
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Tell Chad he can stay with me for the U$C game...I'm not going to the wedding. Football is wayyyy more important than friends that I've had for the last 12 years!
and what the hell is a "squirt bottle" restaurant? I clearly am not cool enough to know.
Apparently, football is also cooler than me.
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