Besties On Ice

Pretty much a blog about my bestie and me ice skating, or just using ice skating metaphors, or really nothing of the sort.
caragh:

To tell you the truth, the only reason why I even feel like it’s marginally appropriate for me to register to win tickets to a fucking memorial service for a dead guy with major issues and a sad story is because I secretly think everyone will arrive at the Staples Center, totally sad and unhappy, and then FUCKING MICHAEL JACKSON WILL PERFORM! IT WAS ALL A JOKE! THEN HE WILL GIVE ME CHIMPANZEES?! I’LL JUST ACCEPT THEM WITHOUT QUESTION.
(PS, if I’m right about this at all, I’m probably going to become one of those super-fans of Michael Jackson. Even though those people seem to be either German or Korean as a rule. Like… generally speaking… from what I’ve seen… on youtube.)

I’m Secreting the shit out of this being the case.

caragh:

To tell you the truth, the only reason why I even feel like it’s marginally appropriate for me to register to win tickets to a fucking memorial service for a dead guy with major issues and a sad story is because I secretly think everyone will arrive at the Staples Center, totally sad and unhappy, and then FUCKING MICHAEL JACKSON WILL PERFORM! IT WAS ALL A JOKE! THEN HE WILL GIVE ME CHIMPANZEES?! I’LL JUST ACCEPT THEM WITHOUT QUESTION.

(PS, if I’m right about this at all, I’m probably going to become one of those super-fans of Michael Jackson. Even though those people seem to be either German or Korean as a rule. Like… generally speaking… from what I’ve seen… on youtube.)

I’m Secreting the shit out of this being the case.

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