tapas tapas tapas.

Tonight we went forth and had an assortment of mighty fine tapas at the harvest vine.
I am so deliciously full and slightly drunk it is perfectly pleasant.
I now know why the Spanish are such happy looking folk.
They eat late, they eat well and they have Antonio Banderas or something...

The waiter was wicked hot and I wished Elizabeth could have been there. He was so purty it was crazy.

The amusing part of this dinner was the fact it was a birthday party for (looks at her notes to get it right) My friend's ex fiance'.
It is one of those moments where I just laugh thinking of how he told me about her, I ended up meeting her through other people. I bought her a birthday present and have dinner with her.

How kooky is that?

Seattle is too darn small.

I will give my friend this, He has always had great taste in women. I have met a few girls he has gone with and he picks really terrific girls.
Question might be, why does he fuck it up?

But that is a conversation for another time.

Time to do the crossword and molest the boyfriend.

pretty, pink and kinda drunk.

oh yeah, did I mention, I bought some super cute panties today.

So now I can prance around the house in my super cute panties doing the super cute panties dance.

amen.


Yes I am drunk, got a problem with that?

Yeah, that is what I thought.

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Ever have a day when all that would cure what ails you is doing lines of coke off of a hookers back?

yeah...me too.

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I am pms'ing so I am kind of crazy right now.

I hate everyone, I am lying on the sofa drinking a lot of wine and eating chocolate.

Fuck everyone.
their grandmother's too.