Monday Bear

So the other day, I’m walking back to my dorm, and I see this dude. I was pretty sure he was wearing high heels, but he was -definitely- wearing shorts, so I cracked up, out loud. But as I walked closer to this unfortunate looking man, I became more aware of his footwear– they weren’t heels atall. They were boots.

But still, boots with shorts, that’s pretty darn funny. So Holly was sad that all I ever blog about her is negative. I had a negative dream about her, but I do declayah, she is a lovely girl and “has a great personality.”

Just kidding. When people say that someone has a great personality, that usually means that they’re fat or ugly, and I don’t need to be joking like that right before her wedding.

Holly, your personality sucks. In a fabulous way.

My personality sucks, too, according to other beachgoers yesterday. (By the way, I’m in Palm Beach pretending I’m rich.) (No, really).

But more about Holly. I had this dream, but first, I’m going to make like a Dr. Laura caller and give you a little background information. We’re all going to be PMS-ing on Steve and Holly’s wedding. So I had this dream that I was crying madly through the whole wedding. Even before it started.  So Holly got really really pissed off at me.  She said, “Liz, you’re stealing my thunder.  You’re trying to take all the attention away from me and put it on yourself.  You’re just jealous because you’re not getting married!”

I told her about that and she laughed.  She said even though I’ll cry like a… Liz…, she won’t get mad at me.  That’s a good friend.

So since I’ve been in Florida, I’ve been really lackey on shaving.  You’d think that I’d be shaving every day, but think about it:  I’m on vacation with my boyfriend of 1 year.  (Thank you).  Who do I have to impress.  No, I’m not getting fat and being ugly, but I won’t let a little stubble slow me down.  So I’ve been having this dream every night that I look in the mirror and lift my arms, and my armpits look old and saggy with three-inch armpit hair.  I screamed.

So in conclusion, Matt and I had our anniversary Saturday, but he didn’t have as much money as he thought he did, so you know where we went?  Red Lobster.  In the tropics.  How ironic.  But it was yummy, and we did dress up, and he did buy me a cool skirt.  And we went to the beach.  But we didn’t do it.

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