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Diva & Co.

Sunday, March 20, 2005

Happy Birthday Reglore

4:59 a.m. est. in one minute I'm waking you up, blindfolding you taking you to the airport and we're going to vegas, woo!

Sunday, March 13, 2005

I Can't Take It ! ! !

Well its Sunday morning. 5:01 a.m. eastern standard time. Why am I up? Home from a rousing round of drinking? No. I just woke up and showered and I'm getting ready for work. I hate working this early on a Sunday. It totally kills your weekend 'cause you can't go out all that late on a Saturday and if you can't do anything fun, why bother going out.

The White Plains parade was as insane and beer fueled (and baby guiness shot fueled) as you might have imagined. It was nice to see "Hank The Tank", Yosemite Fu Man Chu Sam, and a quick glimpse of Il Brutche. The Senator jigged, Mrs. Hank laughed and let down her hair a bit, Beex was late (c: and it was just generally fun. The kind of pure innocent boozy fun we've been missing ever since the suites split up. Good times, good times indeed.

Anyhow, I'm sitting on a huge secret. One I've been keeping since January, but that I've been planning since mid-December. It's Andrew's birthday surprise and its *SO* good and I want to tell him so bad what it is, but I've made him wait this long that I guess one more week won't hurt. Don't you just hate that though? You want the person to know how good something is but you just can't say anything. Mehhhhhh! I hate this! I'll reveal it this same time next week to you all, but until then I must keep hush. Rar.

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

I Am So Freakin' Lame

I need to stop being a dirty away message checker, 'cause I just read something that made me jealous. There is absolutely no reason for me to be jealous of this, but I just can't help but be a little like "poop that feels annoying".