swoon

I'm 27. And yet there's something to be said about making out with a boy so handsome he makes you blush every time you look him in the eye. I'm giggling like a schoolgirl today and can't help it. Hehehehehe. Hehe. He could have any girl in the world to kiss. And he kissed me. Soooo grade seven and innocent and blissful.

That's So Going on the Blog...

Rather than summarize the end of the summer season with a poignant post about past events, I figured it would be best done with some of the better quotes of summer. Here goes!

"I'm not drunk. I'm just stupid." Lorne

"My kitty hates me it's been so long...I keep saying I'm going to shove things in her just to shut her up." Leanne (who doesn't have a cat needless to say).

"My name is Leanne Thompson and I own this fucking River!" Leanne's excuse when facing the possibility of a police encounter tubing down the Thompson River.

"Quick, head for international waters!" Matt. Same expedition.

"TGI Friday has now been renamed T G I Trainwreck day courtesy of my friend alcohol." Me

"Jeep jeep." Everyone. Nuff said.

"I don't eat meat. I just fuck it." My words apparently screamed to a hotdog vender in the middle of the night after finding there were no veggie dogs. I put the ass in class.

Piece of' Sheeet

Why has my blogger friend turned into my blogger foe. I am trying to create a nice little picture book of last week's wedding adventures for all to see (ok, mostly myself. and your mom.) and I am having more difficulty with it than humanely possible. This shit is supposed to be easy like Sunday morning and I'm fighting with it like fractions in grade six.

Bah. I will get the best of you blogger, just you wait and see...