I was happy to be invited, and decided to help celebrate Liz's birthday tonight at Bucca and got to sit across the table from Nene. Unfortunately, I think Nene was kinda creeped out that I kept staring at her, but her seemingly endless stream of facial expressions kept my attention.
What do they all mean?
Are there a finite number of them?
Does she create new ones?
Where to they come from?
Has she learned them from family members?
Does she practice them in the mirror?
Will her face really get stuck that way like my Mom used to tell me?
Dinner was great fun. We had tortelloni (Liz's favorite), ravioli (Sarah's favorite), macaroni rosa (Nene's favorite), beans, and garlic mashies. I think Liz had a good time. They're all going out drinkin' while I sit here and type. Raff invited me to chill with them, but I decided to kick it up in my crib. You mah dawg, Raff, you mah dawg.
Raff says, "boy.. you my dawg too....you my dawg. Also, you should see nene's new tits... will send photo of them tomorrow as well as sponge bob undies. Don says "I love sponge bob undies that I got to see tonight". Lizzy says, "I'm jealous of the sponge bob undies... but can handle it... thanks michael for loving us and putting pics up. You my FAVE."
Posted by: Lizzy at September 28, 2003 01:41 AMokeyyy
Posted by: bert at March 11, 2007 09:13 AM