Ahhh. I have officially recovered from my food coma from yesterday.
My Thanksgiving was spent at Blonde's, we all went to this schmancy restaurant. Lobster ravioli, glazed ham, slow roasted turkey, mashed potatoes with sausage gravy, blackened ahi tuna, stuffing that was legit orgasmic, and chocolate mousse that seriously almost stopped my heart it was so good. Yum fucking yum. I ate so much, I seriously felt comatose from the amount of calories coursing through my digestive system. Holiday: success!
So far, no other adventures.
By the way, I'd like to define "adventure". Here in Hicktown, where nothing happens except for lame street fairs and old people advertising vaccuum cleaners, "adventure" means *gasp* being out of Hicktown. In any way possible. Or doing anything remotely interesting, or possibly acting sufficiently delinquent-like. So you can take your magic carpet, flourescent animals, and epic dragon battles and shove them into any orifice you see fit ;) Though that may be a tad uncomfortable, I mean shoving flourescent anything anywhere isn't exactly an appetizing thought...
Also, Heaven smells like bubblegum and vanilla icing. Just so you know.
Moo (the sound cars should makes)
Julia
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