highwaisted

hahahaaahahahahahaahaha i havent even told you guys about how i crapped myself on Wednesday. I'm not joking. telling a story about crapping your pants is pretty boring though. i think everyone's crapping their pants stories sound very familiar. you know you start feeling bad and then you decide to let out a fart but then you're all "uh oh that wasn't just a fart" and then you run to the closest restaurant/bathroom that the owner lets you use without buying something and then you try to get your pants off as soon as possible to assess the damage and then you sit down and have full release and then you clean yourself up and go to your friends house and play nightmare and watch a thriller horror movie and eat doritos and homemade pillsbury packaged cookies. hahaha i wish i had the pictures to accompany this but they're in the camera at home and im at work and there's no chance of a half day because we have a conference call at 4:30. siiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.

im living it up at the royal york all weekend. i hope i can book a massage...