Gave up the hard stuff for Lent. And that means whiskey, too. Eek! (can't pretend it's a wee dram, or the hair of the dog, or a little Irish mist) This is harder than I thought.
I thought it was "When in doubt, rub one out!"?
Yea, I was wondering what that was LOL.
Cheers, glad you're around, this place needs more of a woman's touch. I've been adding to the Whiskey collection — Michter's Straight Rye —* but I gotta watch my carb calories in!
Kristin heard it and said it's the worst song she's ever heard.
It was this one previously:
You're the only person I know who'd probably appreciate my new ring tone:
Heya! Im around, just dont post very often
Thank you so much. She's a handful.
For now it's calm, didn't went with them today though. I saw no point in looking on a already dead body and for sure didn't want to go in my grandpas house and listen to his sons already talking about how to divide things. No real ill will this time I'd say, just a lack of tact.
I have to start thinking too though, as all my stuff is kept in my grandpa's garage.
We won't suceed in selling the house that fast, but still. Well it's time to move on anyway, i was reluctant cause I don't know yet if i can keep the job, but it seems I won't have much of a choice soon.
I feel sorry for the earth's population
Mia San Mia