other than la felicitations de jessie, cette weekend est tres ennuyeux. mais last noir j'attend une fete de dinner parce que c'est l'easter. j'oublie qu'il est le weekend d'easter et je pense que le dinner c'est une dinner fete normale. ainsi je ne comprends pas pourqoui dom dit "je bring un jambon!" mais maintenant je comprends et toute le monde amourons le jambon.
but for whatever reason i was not 100% there for most of the night, didn't drink anything, didn't smoke anything (designated driver) but i coulda had some wine but i knew i was just asking for trouble after eating shitloads and shitloads and shitloads of food. let's see, there was turkey, turkey skin, more turkey, more turkey skin, maple syrup and pineapple infused ham, more maple syrup and pineapple infused ham, meat-juicy pineapple slices, stuffing, more stuffing, mashed potatoes, orange mash, possibly mashed up carrots dunno, gravy, cranberry sauce, corn, salad, apple crisp with vanilla ice cream, more apple crisp...
i just about died and have officially become obese. if i'd had wine, i'm sure my insides woulda exploded and everyone woulda cried and the pro-terri-schiavo people woulda tried to put me back together again.
i barely acknowledged people other than saying shit like "i want apple crisp, thank you" and "smoking is for fags.. oh shit, you're a fag? fuck" and "i drive a golf cart". then it was just me and gay guy in the living room and he kept giving me passive-aggressive attitude so i started playing mario party with the kids i did know. dom kicked our asses because he is secretly the buddha.
aujourd'hui nous walked around le centre ville core. buddha kept sniffling and drinking le jus d'orange parce que de his cold, and at le fin il bitched at moi pour continuously taking photos of toute le monde. including poo.
