I decided to scrap the idea of doing some cheesy 2008 retrospective until after it's really over. There are a few hours left for the shit to really hit the fan, so let's give it a shot, shall we? Instead, I'm sharing with you a few snippets of conversations I've had over the last few days that have cracked me up.
Upon receiving a DVD of conversations had on Leap Day 2008: (aka the BEST PRESENT EVER)
"That's the end of my bid for the presidency."
On NYE plans:
Frank: All of my friends are in their 30s now and they're lame. Apparently, when you hit 30 you start to suck. I'm totally depressed.
Me: You are SO not invited to my birthday party, asshole.
On Meryn's new shirt:
Me: Wow. Your boobs look really good in that shirt, but it's a tease because I can't actually see anything.
Meryn's boyfriend: Wait until she ties her shoes.
On checking my email:
Someone: I sent you an email with a little attachment.
Me: If it's a picture of your penis, I'm gonna be pissed.
Someone: *silence*
Someone: I guess you'll just have to see, won't you?
Only a few more days of break! Boo! I want it to last forever...
Anyway, everyone have fun tonight and don't let the hype or alcohol convince you to do something you'll regret later. Happy New Year!
XOXO,
Rachel
SOTD: The New Year by Death Cab for Cutie. I think it's pretty obvious why.
PS- it was not a picture of his penis. My sister probably just had a stroke.
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