erin go braugh!
so... it's an irish drinking holiday that finally inspires my ass to update this shizznit, go figure.
did i miss the memo that informed everyone to disregard the 'wearing green on saint patrick's day' tradition?
to the west: a southern belle (who, by the way, is marrying her uncle) clad in yellow and blue (and no she did not argue that the two colors combined make green), while to the immediate south mrs. 'i laugh at everything even when it's totally inappropriate i.e. death, ok' is wearing a suit that may or may not have animals humping, and to the south of her is fraggle kris who claims that the sky blue ensemble covering her pale body was made in ireland so the pinching cannot ensue. like i would anyway, i'd probably get slapped with some sexual harassment law suit.
lacking any segue
i am smack dab in the middle of spring break and not in nyc like planned. oh well, i'm making ridiculously little money instead of spending a crapload that i don't have. i'll make it there someday. (or atleast near there, say...idunno, maybe, um albany.)
i expect all who read this to wake up tomorrow morning drenched in green beer and half chewed chunks of corned beef-gawd knows i will.
kidding mum and dad, maybe, no i am, really.