Hot Damn,
Ernie makes one post about me and my hits go through the fricking roof.
Additionally, random folks from all over decide to scour my site to figure out why the hell Ernie refers to me as uber fabulous.
The truth? I pay him.
So far the only plans set are:
Friday Night: Oakenfold
Saturday Morning: Brunch with my best friend from college and her parents.
Ruling? No drugs. (Ha…kidding…kidding…yeah… ha ha …hah…)
Who? Me?
If you’re there, you’ll spot me with the tired arms and the blue photons babysitting a bunch of silly grinning friends and trying not to get coerced into kissing more girls again.
Hee.
Ok, I can be easily convinced. SO? And your point is??
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