Pocket Cheese, Anyone?
And my life continues to be completely void of meaning or purpose...Ok, maybe that's a slight exaggeration, but it is pretty much as boring as it can get. Random barbeques with friends add a little bit of spice to life though. And so I am extremely grateful for the one I attended last night. It was a night of fun and food for all involved. And I must say, I didn't quite know what the proper response was to Julie carrying a slice of cheese in her back pocket and a styrofoam plate under her shirt. I am quite certain I have one of the most entertaining roommates on the planet.
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Yeah Brooke! Welcome to the Blog World where all your time is sucked away as you type humorous comments on everyone's blogs. As of right now I should be studying for a test but instead I've spent the last hour in the "blog zone" *twilight zone theme plays in the background*
Can't wait to read more blogs! Catch ya later!
beely...i lahv you!
the barbeque was fun, and afterwards bret and i went and turned cartwheels. not really, i just wanted a chance to use that phrase! ;) i came home from aaron's and promptly washed my cheese jeans. i was feeling pretty crazy, but my washboard abs/styrofoam plate cracked. oh well. life goes on.
*booty dance*
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