Monday, August 31, 2009

Embarrassing admission, 1 in a series

I own a copy of the Armageddon DVD.

I cry at the end EVERY TIME.

Ugh, I KNOW.

Anyway, now that that's behind us... It was a good weekend. I bought a juicer, and juiced some shit. I went with my man to get one and this was our conversation:

Me: I'm going to start juicing.

Him: Like, steroids?

He is ri-goddamned-diculously cute, that guy. That night we had some carrot/celery/apple/orange juice.

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