Have shopped and eaten and
Have succumbed to the Disney Mind Control tm and purchased an annual pass. Aiee. Come on down! Give me an excuse!
If there is no Challenge, bite my tongue, how would y'all feel about getting together at Disney anyhow? Or failing that, collecting for the charity anyhow, and sending the dollars on to Geri? Or whoever. Think of it as the most well-meaning back-handed slap EVER. Those bastards. *smiles happily*
Also, lately I have dreamt about JUSTIN WANKING, like, five times. Cocky little fuck that he is, he's always smirking at me (like in that photo of him against the wall holding his crotch, that one?) and he's HUGE, omg. 'Snice. Except, I never dream about sex of any kind with the guys, so why does it have to be him? WHY? I'm so sad.
Well, off to the Magic Kingdom! Adios, now!