And here I thought that Gracie was the perfect car for me....
You're not subtle, but you don't want to be. Fast, loud,
and dramatic,you want people to notice you, and then
get out of the way. In a world full of sheep, you're a raging bull.
Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.
A certain someone who sends flirty text messages, just so happened to be in the very same state that I so reside in yesterday and just so happened to drive waaaay out of his way just to hang out with me, JMo and Shauna B last night.
I might have admitted to this certain someone that he made my very stressed out, jacked up day end pretty nicely.
I might have also admitted to this certain someone that I might totally have a crush on him, totally 5th grade style.
Life is good.
Yep, it is about that time again to start being stalked by a clueless boy who calls too much. After all, it has been several months since the last one. The new BF that I don't want to be my BF has called now 3 times since Thursday. I am yet to: a) pick up the phone because he calls at weird hours and b) am yet to return his call because I am a busy gal.
Don't get me wrong, he legitimately is a nice guy and I would love to be friends with him but I am pretty sure he wants me to have his babies. That might make our friendship a little strained.
On the brighter side of things, a certain someone who I don't mind calling, has been calling and has also been playing the game of flirty texts with me. Good stuff, keep it coming.
This is my new baby, Gracie. For those of you not so much in the know, my darling and steadfast gal since 2000, Ava and I totally had to break up because she was acting all crazy like.
My official membership card to the LP Trix Society came in the mail today too. An induction ceremony in Chicago is soon to follow. All is good.
Corruption Chicago style. JMo's hem line gets attacked by Sugar. And then we sassed up her hair and made her wear fishnets. Kinda girl band reminiscent (miss you W!)
Some weekends just become legendary. This weekend happened to be one of those such weekends. Much as Sugar put it, the blame can be placed on several factors:
1) It was Kari's birthday weekend. Her parties are legendary and typically lead to hang-overs of death. Her last party that I attended ended around 10am if that explains anything.
2) I hadn't been on a mini road trip in FOREVER. Chaos was bound to happen when you let me loose in a city that actually has dance clubs.
3) JMo and I stayed with Sugar and Sneako in "The Condo" a little get away that over looks the city and always has a bowl of ciggies and a bowl of chocolate. My kind of place.
4) Everyone that crashed at The Condo post afterbar bash was a Scorpio except for JMo. There was going to be several fantastic and dramatic instances that would make the ladies of Dynasty proud such as: a blow out fight, stolen kisses on the patio, dancing on couches, more vodka redbulls, a guest parading around in his Tighty Whiteys, records being played into the wee hours of the morning, a short lived plan to go swimming at 4am, and no sleep ever happening.
This was one for the record books. Sug, wanna do it again next weekend??
