Look at my sweet little Sean. Isn't he cute? And that hockey stick... adorable, yes? Earlier at this party, he was pucking shit across the street (I think there was a shampoo bottle involved?) I have a picture of that, too, but it didn't turn out as well as I'd hoped. I thought I'd have more to say about this picture, but I don't. So I will leave you with this: "I'd rather have a bottle in front of me, than a frontal lobotomy."
The next pic is of me kissing him at the very same party! Imagine that! Usually, you can never get this close to him without a massive biting. I miss my jacket. I should go get it back. Oops, I'm about to go off on a tangent...
