Tara and i got brought home in a cruiser on saturday night. Pictures will follow.

Today i recieved the most amazing picture of my best friend from highschool.


It's from his 80's party. And it's incredible.


Tara's been pokin gfun at me all week because i appear to be interested in a boy. Literally poking. In the forehead whenever she gets a chance. An i doubt that will stop anytime soon. She mentioned it in front of Scott and he put the fear of god in me baout the whole thing. Because, in all honesty, the person i would want ANY guy I'm interested in to meet is Scott. He would be a douchebag just to see me squirm. In fact, imagining that conversation is making me squirm. End that thought.

Simpsons are on. I go.