John Boehner received the eye roll of the century from Michelle Obama. It’s nice to know she’s as fed up as the rest of us.
To celebrate the birth of a dear friend one must go, as they say, all out.
Well we go hard sooooooooooo there is that…..
I myself started celebrating on Thursday without Danny. Got a little drunk it’s fine. Passed out at Alex’s and managed to get myself punched on several occasions in my sleep for moving too much. Because you can control you’re movements while sleeping. There may or may not have been a few snores…but I may remind you I was sleeping. So I can’t be held accountable for that.
It began with a lie.
It was discovered that I could slightly carry a tune. Once the secret was out it wasn’t long before I was told I needed to audition for the musicals at school. In a state of panic I said –
‘I can’t I’m working at a summer camp’
It’s funny how quickly things can change. Like me for example, it’s hard to imagine that only moments ago I was a living breathing human being. You see that lump on the floor over there is me; I’ll get to how I died later for now I want to leave my legacy. I guess death is something that we tend to runaway from, the idea of it especially the reality of it. Had I known that this morning when I woke up that I would be dead in only a few short hours I suppose I would have done things, well differently. I would have told my loved ones that I love them. Would have only taken a few minutes, I suppose its something that I could have done everyday. A phone call, a text, an email, such small insignificant things that could help people with grief. So for that I am sorry, sorry for not letting people know how I felt about them before the end, my end.
I’ve had too many embarrassments to count but here are a few chuckles for you.
– I was walking to gym class one day when out of no where I fainted. Just hit the pavement and came too a few minutes later. I’ve never really fainted since so I’m not really sure why it happened.
When discussing people you’ll remember for the rest of your life you might as well start from the beginning.
Moving into the dorm my sophomore year I had to requests. 1. That I get the same room and 2. That my smelly ex roommate wasn’t also in said room. It worked!!!!
When it came time to move I was required to let my mom help me even though she wouldn’t be lifting anything. Apparently if you don’t let your crazy parent help you move into the dorm it can be traumatizing for them. So I was forced into letting Teresa ‘help’ me move into to my room.