Which sucks for me, because I have to work 12 hours tomorrow. Standing, talking and smiling. With a jumbo travel mug of of Dad's super potent Folgers I suppose!
I'm at my Dad's house. And I'm completely overstimulated from hanging out with my brother for the last six hours or so. He knows how to talk. We all do - it runs in the family - but he wins hands down.
Our Social / Economic Status
Housekeeping - Tools and Tricks of the Trade
The gun shots we heard
Bouncers at Clubs
Why expensive laundry detergent is worth the extra $2
The Chocolate Rain Guy
The Family Guy
The half marathon he's racing next week
Flickr vs. Photobucket
The cheap cat food our mom bought growing up causing hairballs
National Gold Bank Notes
Why he broke up with his last girlfriend and advice on what never to say to a guy
How I should probably wait tables to get out of debt
This great waiter he had at Chili's recently
Never call cubed steak "steak" - It means you've seriously lowered your standards - or worse, never knew any better in the first place.
I haven't stopped growing, it only feels that way, and it'll get better. (thanks.)
Red Bull and Vodka: if he drank alcohol - that'd be his drink (gross.)
He really wants to see the new Cohen Brothers movie.
He can't believe I haven't seen 300.
Christian Bale - losing and gaining weight / muscle for films.
Really skinny people being as disturbing to look at as really fat people.
I greedily want every single piece (minus the oversized heart purse) from Erin Fetherston's new collaboration with Target. Luckily I'm certain most everything will be laughably too short on me. Still like to dream though...
I should try to sleep again. My dad and stepmom will be up in an hour.
But, I'd like to leave you with this.
oh, right, and um like a week 'til disneyland!