BEST NEWS OF THE DAY: I’m officially going to be in Pittsburgh next weekend for a friends ugly Christmas sweater party/doing nothing but being useless with the people I care most about (not family, duh, best friends). I cannot wait to go home and drink gross beer while dying in a polyester reindeer monstrosity while reminiscing about that time I punched [Redacted] (Cabe and Sam know), in the stomach when he tried to make out with me while he was wasted and had forgotten that I hate/hated him with the fire of a thousand suns. Memories.
I will illegally supply you with gin, don’t worry. Also, he loves you…and can we call him redacted all next week? It will confuse him sooo much!
