Fireworks are fun but when tweens from the east side get drunk off their step-dad's wodka it just turns into noise bombing that ruins the delicate macabre notion of drinking in honor of a fat British bitch who probably whined a lot anyways.
...sorry, it's stupidly hot in my apartment now. Which makes me cranky when I first wake up.
Can't wait to get up to the cottage and SWIM.
Anyways, lots and lots of fun with Michelle, Jesse, and Adam!!
