Note to Self
You cannot have vodka in the house. Really.
Think of it like that boy in university. Remember him? The one you were so madly in love with, but who just wanted to be friends. The one you more or less stalked obsessively for nearly two years? Sure, you got tingles of delight every time you "accidentally" ran into him, but, in the long run, there was nothing but tears and heartache.
Face it: vodka is Kevin Reese.
Think of it like that boy in university. Remember him? The one you were so madly in love with, but who just wanted to be friends. The one you more or less stalked obsessively for nearly two years? Sure, you got tingles of delight every time you "accidentally" ran into him, but, in the long run, there was nothing but tears and heartache.
Face it: vodka is Kevin Reese.
posted by allison | 6:24 PM
6 Comments:
I'm like this custard-filled eclairs.
Oh. I'm missing the world "with" after the world "like" right there.
world=word. Both times.
Must. Make. The. Typos. Stop.
You have just accurately described my relationship with Cool Ranch Doritos.
Ooooh! Try caaaandy.
Caaaandy is nothing like Kevin Reese.
OK Bye
Stompy
Oh, Bears. You made me laugh.
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