Me love you lung time.
Take my breath awayyyyyy
I’m bad, but I’m good at it.
A cartoon by Michael Crawford. For more cartoons from this week’s issue: http://nyr.kr/1d6CdSj
This is the best.
So I had a crazy weekend. I had a plan for the weekend, but the plan bit the dust about halfway IMO execution. It ended up better that way.
My date for the weekend was supposed to take me to the Bama game to sit in some sick seats. He couldn’t get me on the phone for about an hour that morning so he left me. Long story short, I went to Tuscaloosa alone.
My best friend from childhood gave me a ride. Well, her parents gave me a ride. I rarely see her because she lives in NYC now, so I quite enjoyed getting to spend time with her and her boyfriend and parents. I showed them around campus and the sorority house and we checked out a tailgate.
After they headed to the game, I went prancing off with one of my favorite guy friends and spent the rest of the night with him and his brother, for the most part. There was much banter. It was fabulous.
My only break from those boys was to see a former flame who happened to be around the corner. Basically he misses me. To make that story shorter- he suggested I move to Houston to be with him. Eek!
This morning I got picked up by an old friend to go to lunch and back to Birmingham. We ended up picking up another of my favorite folks and eating Mexican food AND Coldstone!
I’ve spent the rest of my day with family. We’ve got a funeral to attend tomorrow, so we’ll see how all of that goes.
Butt dial and booty call are basically the same words but they mean very different things.
My life gets so confusing sometimes. Everything is going right and yet it all feels slightly off. Why is it that following my moral compass and doing the right thing often makes people mad?