I do so solemnly swearr that I am on cosmopolitan number 4. 

I am Fuhhhhhhhed up, y’all. You know the great thing about the phrase y’all? And let’s not kid ourselves, it’s a phrse more than a contraction of the words “Upi” and “all”. No, wait, that’s not right, it’s “you” and “all”. I fat fingered the keyboar. Keyboard.


I spent the batter half of the night waiting for my fiancé to come home and drink withme and then I watched Masterpiece Theatre with my soon to be in laws, and you know what? It was fucking awesome! We totally stayed up until 1130 now itsss 130 and my fiance and ai are drunk as HELL and he totally did a party foul and spilled his cosmo on the floor and we were sad until we remember ed thatterher were more cosmos. 


Do you’s now what it’s like when you’re so frubnk that you cry over shit that you should;t? I’m passed that point now. Seriously, I already cried. True story: I am not watching when I’m typing this whole sentence lalalalalalalalalala

Hell yeah! I did that with NO TYPS. 


Oh, fuck. No, no typose. No–No typos!!! Yay! 


I’m gonna drink number 5. I think it’s number f5. 

Also, y’all, I atae a twinkie, and it was AWMAESING. That’s a combination of awesome and amazing, by the way. FJcl I shouldn’t be writing.


Fuzzy and all that shit,



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