Yup,that's me. I've made it no secret that I harbor grand delusions of myself in almost all ways. In fact, I can be a vain little jerk. On Saturday when I prepared my cuteness routine for an epic girls night out, I spent at least an hour in the mirror. Hair blown dry and straightened,make up applied and blended carefully, clothing and jewelry painstakingly chosen. I swear on all that is holy, I looked in the mirror for an absurd amount of time and not only found myself attractive but I took this delusion further by claiming that I rocked it.
I've filled you in on the GNO shenanigans and tomfoolery and outlandish drunkenness,and of course I documented this jackassery with an overload of photos. These photos were going to be PROOF of my effort and obvious cuteness and while I was drunk,I still held this as truth.
Two days later as I take another Goody's headache powder and reevaluate these reminders of my effort and time,I have come to the conclusion that I am an unphotogenic,overindulgent lumberjack. Eff.
Upon this sobering discovering,I've decided it is imperative that I eat better and work out. I decided this as I unwrapped and devoured roughly seven small cherry laffy taffys's. I'm considering a bake sale or Mojito fundraiser to pay for a large amount of plastic surgery. Hmmm. By the way, did I mention I made a chocolate pudding pie with cool whip on top? Lawd.
