And The Countdown Begins...
Tensions are high in the Charnas-Bezek household. I'm on the verge of an anxiety attack.
I'm so fucking tired of this god-damn party...I'm exhausted, cranky and bitchy...redundant, I know. I'm ready to slap strangers and pull hair.
I've strained some muscles in my shoulder and cut up my hands and arms (to the point that they were bleeding) moving some stupid fucking topiary trees for the stupid party. Will and I are fighting and I'm working on 3 hours of sleep. I'm now deeply concerned that some fucking Retardo Montalban is going to light up a cigarette near the hay that is scattered all over the barn and set Santa Barbara on fire.
I'm thinking of getting the hell out of here until tomorrow. Could any of you use a house guest? I do dishes and I'm polite and fairly good at conversation. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Stumble It!
posted by Kevin Charnas | 9:54 AM
9 Comments:
Come on out to Scottsdale, babe. I'll cook for you then we'll go get massages :)
I am totally stealing that skeleton dance video.
I hope the party's a success and that you don't go insane in the process.
We had to get tickets to see DeVotchKa tonight so that I could stop weeping from missing your party.
I hope it's awesome!
Ouch. It'll be great. We, your unworthy guests, are not worthy.
demmit, I so wish I was coming to your party!
I hope you have a great time tonight!
Just who was that stubborn person at the party? I mean, everything was great...but some people just can't accept a simple kindness.
So?! Was it wonderful? Was it great? Are you still unconscious and naked?!
I've taken my lexapro and I'm prepared to not slit my wrists from jealousy.
How could Will be mad at you? Your hilarious under stress. "Retardo Montalban" I'm so stealing that.
Hope you had a great party!
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