Recuperating from a night out with the gang requires more than just a run to Taco-Cabana in the morning.... And you find yourself on the couch pleading with God to kill you now so you can quite the pounding in your head. Not that I would know about this.... but so I have heard.
Permalink Reply by Amy on March 11, 2008 at 11:59pm
Jodi, i nearly peed myself. holy crap that was perfect.
...you remember trying so hard to perfect snubbing out your (pretend) cigarette on the playground and trying to find the perfect boy to be your "Danny" so you could say, "Tell me about it, Stud." and then chase him around the playground singing "The One That I Want."