Some may believe that capping off a somewhat depressing week with half a pitcher of strawberry margaritas at 2:00 in the afternoon could be considered alcoholism. Or at least, it could be leaning towards alcoholism. On the path to. Something...
But, you see, when I, or my friend Mercy and I, do it, it's just cute.
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i think we need photographic evidence to support this blog, btw. Where are the adorable irresistable pictures that I'm sure you took?
Also, my equivalent is the Six Feet Under Tombstone Lemonade- a giant pitcher of bourbon-filled lemonade does wonders leaving the Capitol early on a Friday.
Okay! done and done...editing, that is.
And that lemonade sounds like the perfect breakfast drink. Jesus...
I miss you!!!!!!!!! I need you to be here when I'm in a bad mood so we can drink strawberry margaritas and talk about everyone is dumb except for us! ugh, move to Austin already. I'm totally bummed about missing Devotchka cuz now they are going to Europe! lame!
much better- thank you!
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