The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Once my hangover subsided Wednesday (that's right, I hurt all of Tuesday), I looked at the pictures of my party. I couldn't figure out why J had put candles on my cake. And then it occurred to me that despite being one of my best friends, he's also still a pervy boy.
1) the face
2) you can see down my shirt
3) I am leaning over the bar, so my ass is also in the air
OUTSTANDING! This is before I was even drunk. That is my second glass of champagne to the left of me.