Lawless in da ville

I look like Monday, but I feel like Friday.

Everyone in the office is talking shit on the Pirates

then a baby came in! Larry’s grandson.

Then the men (boss, his son, Larry, baby’s dad) talked hunting while I rolled my godless left-wing eyes into my liberal arts-educated brain.

This weekend I started to get my act together. Cleaned my room, finally put away the suitcases which I'm going to take back out again in 2 weeks.

I think we're addicted to bowling. And screaming. Sorry, Lawrenceville. (psych!)

Drew and Chad say, "I need a stiff drink."

I like that.