January 1st, 2003

reeciebastion

Oh. My. God.

You won't believe it; they did it again. We got home from Shannon's birthday dinner, and what do we find? Fifty thousand teenagers drunk on our lawn. And in our front hallway. And in our living room. And our bathrooms.

Gods. How can Faya be *this* stupid, two years in a *row*?

I am... baffled.

That said... Happy New Year, all.
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