For some reason we just got seasons 1-5 of The Gilmore Girls on DVD at work. I don’t remember ordering that. I was embarassed riding back up from the basement with them in my hands, and I was the only one on the elevator. I’m going to bring them home for The Girl and her mom who’s visiting us for the week, give them something to watch. I will probably end up watching it with them, and secretly enjoying it, and then secretly hating myself for it, and then secretly making up with myself and having hot make-up sex with me.
This weekend we, Jason, Jeremiah and I, moved The Girl into her new apartment. We got down to business and moved everything on Saturday, because we are a team and we are awesome. You might call us an A-Team…? Yes, call us that. I felt very masculine moving furniture in my truck and being sweaty and strong and making dick jokes with my friends.
I think that fully makes up for watching the Gilmore Girls. Just to be safe I’m gonna go do some sit-ups and watch Nascar.
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