so in all my reet glory, here is
an update:
i hired some wicked professional treasure hunters
named shawn and randy.
they didn't find my ring but they spent an honest
4 hours looking for it and charged me nothing!
they did it out of the kindness of their souls
and for the joy of the hunt so they say.
this saturday, the two (three?) week anniversary
of my losing it, i was at a soiree.
well really just a jello shooter party
at which i knew two people
and played complicated drinking games (and won).
whilst this was going on, that r-tard bf
of mine was mixing himself a drink at home.
he had a bit of le (la?) rhume and
was opting to Halo party by himself.
in his actions he managed to knock an entire
box of dog treats onto the floor. in picking them
up he happened to look behind our broken dishwasher
that is now just used as counterspace, and lo
and behold! my RING. my FAMILY ring.
the only thing important to me in this world
and what i had been despairing over for
a good two (three?) weeks.
hoorah! i was about to have the seats
in my car professionally removed to look
for it. turns out the bleach from my
highlights have seeped into my brain
and rendered me retarded.
i'm happy again :)
ps: i've got halloween shots
a new shoot for Vandenberg's Jewellers
to show you and this week is a new tc
one. busy busy busy.
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