I just tipped pasta and cheese on my floor accidentally. I'm disgusting (I type this as I eat previously mentioned floor pasta. I'm starving. Please don't judge).
Anyway. Got down and dirty with my girls on Thursday night, which was all well and good, very positive, very fun, except I ran into my ex-boyfriend and ended up going home with him like the weak-willed urchin that I am. Except that...I was not the only one!! Naughty naughty.
Alright, I am sorry. I shouldn't have escaped the club with all your ID's in my purse. That was wrong. But I still love you the most! Girls rock! Yep.
Also, anyone: where the shit is my leather jacket? You bitches! (Again, my fault because I left. My bad).