God save me rejection from my reflection

There are these three girls at my train station. To be continued when Im at a computer.





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They all wear designer clothes, or at least good knockoffs of designers. They whisper amongst themselves and judge what everyone's wearing - "Is that a hat or her hair?" "Ew, look at her skirt!" etc.

Today, one of their phones rang. The ringtone? Jon Bon Jovi's "Living on A Prayer."

Well, there already was a weddin', actually. 20 pics under the link. This is the only one of the actual bride, since the rest are Kirk, Mandi, Desi, and myself making stupid faces and drinking. During the wedding, we pretty much made up the Peanut Gallery, making jokes about the candles falling over or Kenny, the groom, tripping over Sue's ginormous train. The one time we got serious and started in with the crying at the wedding, Kirk leaned over and whispered, "The American divorce rate is now up to 70%." (At the reception, they had framed pictures with huge mats on which we were to write well wishes. My comment almost was, "The divorce rate's up to 70%! Luckily, you've always been odd.")

The reception was about 45 minutes away from the wedding (for those of you familiar with South Jersey geography, the wedding was on Main St Elmer, but the reception was past Cowtown). On the drive there, Kirk and I started planning our wedding, should we ever have one, and it was fun (one of the points is that when the officiant asks, "Does anyone have a reason these two should not be wed?" that we have a microphone just so people can line up and make up funny reasons we're not allowed to be married.)

We proved to be the worst wedding crashers ever at the reception, because we TOLD everyone that we were wedding crashers, we brought gifts, we knew the bride, and we asked that they not serve us dinner since we had already eaten. I did, however, take full advantage of the open bar. Duh.

This is where I ate lunch today!

Where we at.

Stay Tuned Because the best thing to do on your first business trip is to bring along a doll.

Mc Chris is fuckin awesome!

The Reveal!

Hey kids! It's time for another project Casey started that she doesn't really have time for! YAY! These are gonna end up being fingerless sort of arm-warmery gloves. They're crocheted with ribbing and a lace dc cluster pattern. If that's Greek to you, it just means they're gonna be warm and stuff. Whoot.

Dammit, this picture looked much better on my phone.