It was a gorgeous day today. 90 degrees and sunny. Seriously, beautiful. And I wasted it answering phones in a building with no windows. I can't wait to get laid off.
OK, I just want to take this time to give MAD props to Shana's homegirl Jeanette for taking stalking to the next level. First, following Tony Lucca (I know some of you don't know who he is, but I just got one thing to say to that: "MMC, we're gonna rock the house!") around for days, and accomplishing that sacred groupie meet-up. Ang then, spreading the groupie love by putting him on the phone with your friend? Priceless. That's the kinda stalker I strive to be. My pop-star loving sister in arms, I salute you!
OK, so anyways, went to Sarah and Scott's wedding on Saturday. Might I say that my Sarah-phim looked completely gorgeous. Just... fucking beautiful. The ceremony was really short, but you couldn't hear anything past like, the first 3 rows, I totally couldn't hear the minister or their vows, but, I know the gist of it. But, yeah, short. I was all prepared for Catholic Calistenics (stand up, sit down, stand, sit, kneal, stand, kneal, sit, pray, lather, rinse, repeat), but, there were none. But it was really nice, there was a harp playing "Endless Love", which wasn't nearly as cheesy as it sounds. God, when she danced with her dad, I started bawling! They danced to "Butterfly Kisses" (which is a song I kinda hate now since it's so over played), and when they got the "Walk me down the aisle daddy" part, she started singing to her dad and I just couldn't take it. I was crying, my mom was crying, her mom dad and bridesmaid were all just streaming tears. We could have floated the place away. But yeah, she's all married now. Another one bites the dust, :-).
After the wedding Shana and I went to Jacksons On 3rd, ran into some people from high school. They were all like "I'VE GOT ELBOWS! AHHHH!!!!" with Shana (which is not unusual, cause let me tell you, I've never met anybody that didn't luuuuuuv Shana), but nobody ever remembers me. Which is kinda interesting, cause some of these people I'd known since sixth grade. But, it's all for the better, cause one of the girls there I harbor some serious animosity for, and if she had said so much as "hello" to me, I might have gone for the weave. But anyways, 2 of the girls are getting married. On the way home Shana and I were like, wow, we feel completely unloved. I think I'm past single, I'm quickly approaching desolate, and I don't know what comes after that (Shana says it's a rope), but it can't be good. Damn I need to get laid.
Phoenix Suns celebrity shoot-out was yesterday. Nick Carter in a Suns jersey. Yum. Mee. God he's hot. But, of course, Whorepants Hilton was there, ruining my love buzz. Skanky bitch. But anyways. This thing gets bigger every year, I had not so steller seats this year cause so many extra people were there. But, I did my best to get some premium hot man ass shots, as requested! Oh, and has anyone seen Johnathan Lipnicki lately? Kid's not so cute anymore. Plus, he's not growing. I swear to god he's not. I'm worried.
Alright, my mom took off to pimp it in Hawaii, so I have to get all domestic and shit and bust some dinner before my brothers start gnawing on my arms. Later days!
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