I would like to preface this post by saying I am not “mad” at anyone in any way, shape or form. I understand things happen. They have happened to me more than once in my life. I would hate if anyone felt bad by what I write, but as this is my blog and writing makes me feel better, I will not be censored.

So my great, wonderful, can’t-fucking-wait party? IT SUCKED. Meghan was sick and didn’t come. Tany was sick and didn’t come. Louisa, who had a concert, said she would come early before the concert, forgot the concert tickets and had to go home, so she was late and couldn’t come. Heidi came and I was happy. But Heidi “hot tubbed” and fell asleep immediately. So I sat on the couch by myself eating enchiladas watching Sex and the City essentially alone. I was in bed by 10.

I have A TON of enchiladas. I saved a small portion of the queso and threw most of it away. I have 3 growlers of beer (and who knows how long those last). I have a HUGE family bag of cheetos. I have a bunch of brownies (that’s OK, they are amazingly good). My refrigerator is packed. And Michael isn’t here to help me with all that food. Michael isn’t even supposed to eat most of that food.

To say I am disappointed is an understatement. Both Meghan and Tany said “but we have to do it again sometime” and all I could think was “Are you kidding? Why would I go throw all this again?”.

I guess I better go eat some enchiladas for breakfast (lunch and dinner).

Quote of the day:

“Well so much for that plan”

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