Effing. Eff.
Spent the weekend over at Terry's, for the most part. Had to work on Saturday and BLEEHHHHH and I nearly set some shoppers on fire. Seriously.
But yeah. Drank some Jager bombs of glory. Watched a Whitest Kids marathon on Fuse. Good stuff. But we overslept this morning and Terry had absolutely no time to get me back to Marysville or he'd be late to work, so he had to drop me off in Stanwood so I could catch a bus to Smokey Point. Fun times. Just got home a little bit ago.
My house is in shambles and fucking REEKS and I think we're having barbeque kitties for the 4th of July. Heh. I honestly don't know how much longer I can handle these goddamn cats. Someone PLEASE take them! PLEASE!
I need smokie-times. Ooooo and I hope my card reader shows up today. That would make me happy in pants.
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