Feb 14, 2017
TEXT + open.
MADISON: Has anyone seen my ID laying around anywhere? I seem to have misplaced it and I imagine it'll be a smidgen difficult getting on the plane without it.
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Brunei
seen from China
seen from Hong Kong SAR China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Pakistan
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from China
seen from Israel
seen from China
seen from China
TEXT + open.
MADISON: Has anyone seen my ID laying around anywhere? I seem to have misplaced it and I imagine it'll be a smidgen difficult getting on the plane without it.
TEXT + open.
KURT: Did someone break the coffee maker in the lunch room?
KURT: If so…thank you.
So. My birthday is coming up. Usually I’m a huge fan of cake and birthdays and all that jazz. But I’m getting way too close to thirty and I’m just not feeling it this year. I mean, not gonna lie, I’ll still probably eat cake. But if you’re interested in getting me a gift, just go see Footloose. I’ve got friends and family involved in the show, so that would be the best gift for me. Also. If you wanted to throw eggs at Jesse after the show, that could work too.
As soon as Footloose is over, Auntie Tana is blowing this joint for some much needed away time. I need destination suggestions. Go.
I may be out of the loop, but, I do have to say, I’m so excited to see Lima’s production of Footloose coming up shortly. I’m sure you’ve all done a wonderful job with it. Except... what exactly is St. James doing here? Anyone care to explain that part to me?
SUGARTINE’S DAY
GUESS WHAT!
It’s FEBRUARY, which means that it is officially the month that contains the two most important holidays in my book: Valentine’s Day ... and my birthday!
To celebrate this confluence of not one but two awesome events, I will be hosting a PARTY on Friday the 10th (which also happens to be my actual birthday, woot woot)! Like in years past my daddy is gonna rent out Breadstix for the night and the festivities begin at 7!
I am inviting ALL OF YOU as well as a bunch of other people because this party is gonna be, as they say, hoppin’. And bumpin’. And bangin’. But! There are RULES!
YOU MUST BRING A DATE. If you show up solo you will be assigned a date and there are no guarantees that they will be of your preferred gender or taste or whatever. So like, don’t do that.
SPARKLE! You can do this literally or figuratively but you better not show up grumpy and sad. No one needs that at a party!
SING! There will be karaoke and I want everyone to have a turn at the mic even if they think they’re not so great because look, everyone is awesome when they have a song in their heart that they’re not afraid to express. Or something.
SELECT PEOPLE will be invited to the after party, which is strictly 21+. If I give you a special Sugartine during the party, then you get to come to the after party. And only cool people get Sugartines. So BE COOL.
SEE YOU ALL THERE!
I have gained and lost 8 lbs from the holidays, and now I’m looking to pretend that it never happened. Unfortunately, all these old motherfuckers at PW have the bright ideas to tip the bag and box boys with cookies, and I just can’t say no. Ain’t that shit? Why couldn’t they bring me this stuff when I was still lazy and recovering from a bullet wound?
So, apparently, a week full of bad decisions was precisely what the doctor ordered. I don’t know what it is about this leg of the trip and my penchant to get myself stuck in places I didn’t intend to be, but it turns out that bumfuck Indiana was the one thing I needed to feel some semblance of human again. (Not that anyone cares about my odd mood patterns, but whatever.)
Anyway, I’m officially in mourning because I lost the companionship of this super cute bunny and am also in need of a new Netflix show to binge. Any suggestions?