ugh i am unimpressed. that is all i will say. but if there is drama on saturday, drunk terra will have something to say about it and it will not be pretty. as usual. it’s never pretty when drunk terra comes out, let’s be honest. at least, amazing(!), fh is not a db and was completely in the dark and now that the light has shone was like, “wow. ballsy. she doesn’t know who she’s trying to screw over.”
greener pastures.
i am sosuperduperWOOPERexcited for saturday. even if the partay actually blows chunks: the thought of being drunken, going where i want, when i want OH SUCH A FOREIGN dealio and THAT will be celebrated, screw me turning 27.
YES, 27. i will be exactly half way between a quarter century and 30 and do you know what that means?
nothing.
yup, pretty unspectacular age. kind of like 23. and i heard tonight that fn told fh that she assumes we will not be sober before noon – so therefore is hanging on to z until we are. that was so not my plan and i was thinking that i’d be getting up at the usual time, so as not to be a pain in the keester. awwww.
but you know, i’ll still probably get up at the regular time.
ps. new mood swings call for new measures. i have decided that i dislike my hair and that it looks like something manufactured by mattel. this leads me to ponder dark shades again. ugh, to wait until post-party-pictures in case of (assumed, completely predictable) horror hair? the itch has already started. sigh. and with this cornsilk, sweet valley current colouring, if i go darkish brown, i will end up with gothy black, n’est-ca pas?
