Reylyn and her fabulous hair are very good friends of mine. She's been through it all with me; junior high, the barracks hoping on chilly nights at 16, the i'm-not-really-hungry-but-lets-go-chew-on-some-fries-at-the-mecdonalds-on-base-where-all-the-hot-marines-go days of 17, the eclub everynight at 18, the leather miniskirts and spiderweb pantyhose of 19, the beachbashing, lemonjuice drinking, "ew, is that your liver?" days of 20, and the way-too-strong martini days of 21.... ah, good times, good times...
Yeah, um, I dunno about Mike but Jacci and I are WAY too white to be "hardcore". Jacci looks fabulous doesn't she? I looked at her one sunny saturday, told her she looked horrible, and that night strapped her to a chair, plucked her eyebrows, dyed her hair, did her makeup and nails, made her put tight clothes on, and WUHOO! lookie what I created.... =) Doesn't she look fabulous??
It's two o'clock in the morning. I wanted pancakes. Now. Lots of pancakes. Right now. No, I'm not pregmoo, I just happen to like pancakes late at night.
