Dirty Laundry
December 29, 2005
That’s Jessica Dawn and myself. All I wanted was one nice picture, but she acted like I was holding a gun to her head (it was behind her back, hello. Just jokes I wouldn’t know how to use a gun).
When I woke up this morning, I had a very strange need to walk up town in my new pj bottoms and one of J.D’s old yellow sweaters, wearing absoultly no makeup and looking like a scrub. I wanted to get another drink, Strawberry Banana Flavoured Lizard Fuel it’s called, one of my favourite soft drinks. So up town I walked, in my frumpy clothes, pretending I was famous and people were taking my pictures, saying “Jessica was seen on Thursday December 28th walking to a local Macs in frumpy clothes”. You people have no idea how pleased I be if I saw any pictures of my future-famous self looking frumpy. It would mean that people actually obsessed about me enough to take pictures of my frumpiness. (Strange huh).
This is my favourite picture of Kathrynn. Your probably wondering why she’s in the laundry basket. It’s because she hit my dad with a bag of buns jokingly, and he put her in the laundry basket.
Anyway, I can’t wait until I see everyone. They should be here around one or one thirty, I’m like bouncing off the walls with excitment. I better go clean up a wee bit before Karen, Daren, Dylan, Thomas, Mel and Joel arrive.
