Reegs has had the brilliantissimo idea of getting the gang together tonight for some stress-reduce-age in the form of bowl-a-rama. Normally, I’d be all about the pins (and needles), but in this particular case, I’m feeling likely to strike out.
(I’m obvs stressed when I’m punning with absolutemente zero remorse.)
I dunno . . . a certain someone and I have been trying to be all normal-like and pretend that nothing happened at the Hollywood Ball, but a big group outing might be a little too close for comfort. I’d be lying if I said that there wasn't something about his goofy grin that sends me spinning. No matter how much I try to deny it.
Ugh. Let’s face it. I’ve got to get my mind out of the gutter.
location: the Bradbrary—finals are a’comin!
status: spin-ny. Alas.
soundtrack: eighties remix on the iPod. Perfect studying tunes. NOT. But I can’t say no to classic Madge.