Today, I watched "Akira", "American Psycho", and...
by the time M arrived, T was drunking. After an awkward trip to BevMo, T got annoying, right in M's face. So M hit him with a mini plastic guitar, kicked him, and slammed the door in his face. T slid on the floor & fell asleep. I patted T on the forehead and I ran out to M. T probably won't remember anything, which is half a pity because he had been hanging out of the window & the moonroof, waving at people and directing us where to go in the cold, February night.
While you were too drunk, we decided to re-enact Anaconda with a plastic boat, a miniature cobra, and a green dinosaur as Jennifer Lopez, which was much more satisfying than anything I have done in a while. Oh, after that, an old man thought we were married to each other.
In addition, Sephora accepted my used [but unwanted] cream eyeliner. Thank you!
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