Oh brother.
where art thou?
Translation: Get your ass here, your place is freaking me out with your ungodly weather and shenanigan home is creeping me the hell out omg it sounds like an apocalypse out there. I like my ghetto home where the basement bedroom I live in during storms makes me feel like it’s a bunker and a bomb could go off and I’d be okay. I’m in a straw house and it’s gonna blow down!! ! aaaaah x11111100000 !
Anyway. So apparently it’s completely official that I’m going to Portugal and Spain as I received my confirmation in the mail this morning. Oh farkwad. That means a long flight and an ocean away from home. Egads. But totally bitchin, too.
So there’s about a 60% chance I’m going to Vegas next month. It’s 100% certain they’re going, but I’m on the fence because I’m not sure I want to. It’s going to be hella wild, but I’d rather go to Washington… (which is a WHOLE DIFFERENT STORY).
to be continued..
