I should probably lie about this…
Tonight was a waste. I need to get a life. Seriously.
This is what I did:
Made pasta. Ate pasta. Tried to take pics of Mr Eleven (my hamster). Won’t be able to get a good one unless I get an external flash or a better lens for that. Took this:
Here’s what was suggested that I say I did:
Went to a strip club and drank shots off of a midget’s breasts.
That’s just not me.
Here’s what I will say I did:
Nothing.
Ahhhhh. Sounds like a Sattadayyyy! Everyone needs time to veg. Did Mr. Eleven take the pic? Interesting angle!
Hey, did you watch the UK vs. LSU game? woohooooo! Go Big Blue! Honestly, I slept through all but the overtime. But the overtime was good!
Sports? No. My TV has been paused on David Letterman show from last night for several hours (since dinner).
I was laying on the floor, used my cool little flexible tabletop tripod and a remote shutter switch.
Yeah, I knew you weren’t neck high in a midget strippers breasts. I would have seen you. She only had room for one of us. hahahahahhahah.
Remember when we used to do nothing and it was so much fun?
I think you need a muscle car again.