Oh My God

The one who's trying to set me up with random Europeans? My mother has just invited her and her posse of Ivy League wannabes to our farm, for a barbeque. Is she out of her wits? Susan Stanton plus slavering high-school-dropout-types at my house? Jules, apparently my mom's organised the damn thing for the Friday after you arrive, so you have to keep me company.

The awesome fun I had today consisted of washing the windows in the ring and scrubbing off the graffiti that had been written in the dust, which included several instances of "Don't mess with Texas" (wtf?) and "I heart Bucky" (*sigh* only Bridgette).

Anyway, that's my day. I'm off to meet Ciara for dinner at 121, where we hope to run into certain Irish boys...