young, broke, and hot shit.
all are welcome here except sanctimonious assholes and people who liked The Fountainhead. regular assholes are allowed.
a Long Island eye-talian couponer is making dinner for her extended family of 16 people. one of them brought her dog. the dog’s name is pinot grigio. the dog is wearing a sweatshirt and a cross. I cannot stop laughing
here’s ocular proof:
I paid 14 bucks for a season’s worth of this.
This is Long Island in a nutshell.
Just not this particular cousin.
this means I have to take down my wedding invitation that’s on the fridge
I want her to have no information at all about the event because she’s Not Invited and she is the type to just show up and that is Not Acceptable.
Horrible cousin* (with the not-cute baby) is coming to town next weekend. And staying with my parents. Where I also live. For four whole days.
I mean, I’m glad this gives me a concrete excuse to stay at BoyThing for several days, but UGH.
*To put this in perspective, I like my cousin the felon (who has fucked up several lives, for a stupid-ass reason, and is currently in jail) more than I like this heifer.
All of my can has left the building.