[monday, monday]

in keeping with the whole, "complete and total lack of self-control when it comes to BOY with perfect teeth", i couldn't pass up the urge to invite him to come out with us thursday night for drinks. his face lit up until he found out we'd probably call it a night before he'd be able to meet up with us. she insisted that he had to go with us the next time and that we'd give him enough notice for a change. i would just like to get past all these, "are we flirting?" moments and hang out with this boy. in case you're wondering, yes i am flirting with you. and no you weren't mistaken the other day, i was indeed looking at your butt. my bad.

to her:
i'm sorry that i told creepy drunk guy that it was your birthday. and by sorry i mean, not at all sorry. the sight of your eyes bugging out of your head and you wiping away the slobber trail he left after unsuccessfully trying to tongue you was SO worth it. hey birthdays were made for inappropriate gestures of affection, right?

and why is my checkbook in a perpetual state of being off by $8.88?

i'm sick. blah.

the official countdown to next wednesday has now begun. roadtrip, the XM radio, the wee ones. my head is so already there.