
Anyway, my hair is in a huge rats nest, I sort of have a headache and basically don't feel completely normal the morning after. This is great, especially since I have people coming over for my "After-Halloween Party" in a couple of hours....Lol. Oh, wow, I'm a hypocrite. It's not like you or I have ever been so drunk out of our minds that we turn into hookers though, you know what I mean? Of course you do, I don't need to justify my party. I'm 21-years old. I'm allowed to party it up on occasion. That makes me remember this time a few days ago when this 17-year old guy in my English class said that 21 was the age of self-destruction when your life spirals out of control...and then you become an adult. After he opened his big trap, I told him how old I was. He was ashamed, as he should me... :]
Side note: Our car got towed last night and my friends and I had to walk a ridiculous amount to go get it out, and then cough up $400...cute, right? Oh, and something else happened that I need to tell you about but can't blog about! ;] It's ironic that you were talking about Mr. Right, Mr. Right now and your whole boyfriend sitch. We need to chat about that.
Moving on....I bought this super cute dre

I'm gonna post this right now, but it's not finished. I was a little overwhelmed with all you had posted so I only read your first post and then needed to post my first half before

Go read the other half now!! :]
Theressa Nicole <3.
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