Today, dear bloggies, I had a man day.
Umm...WTF is a "man day!?".....Here goes. I woke up, had lunch with mom (not manly)..drove to my sidejob (working around all men...so kinda manly) and then met up with two girlfriends to watch the TEXAS LONGHORNS play mothereffing Alabama. We ordered pizza and drank beer (MANLY) and then I cried when we lost. Literally. Like I'm sitting on the couch and my friend turns around and asks "are you ok"....and I couldn't reply because I had a big ass knot in my throat. TOTALLY MANLY. I cried over an effing football game, but like I contained my tears like a man and looked around and made my eyes all big so I wouldn't shed a real tear (SO EFFING MANLY).... And then I fantasized about my future athletic children being part of something so amazing. Don't even get me started on sports...it's silly. And manly. I went to college in the SEC which is truly an amazing division, but I have a grudge against the stupid effing "crimson tide"...ugh. I swear, if I hear "ROLL TIDE" one more time I'm going to yak up my pizza and beer in yo face. Fo realz. Projectile style. MAN style.
But, I guess it's time you guys meet my boyfriend. I've kept our relationship on the DL because he's really a big deal and we're totes in lurve. I introduce to you, Jordan Shipley. Man of my Dreams. We will shortly be producing football babies. Love him. Be jealous. For him, I broke my cardinal rule of not dating younger men. But look at his fucking arms, and that face....gawwww.
I cropped myself out of this one because I didn't want people to be too jealous.
jordan + julie = lots of athletic hot babies