My girls night out began with hugs and sounds of "I've missed you so much!" and ended with my knee in a guy's face. All in all it was a good weekend.
I felt the need to drive home Friday night. I had to get away. I got home at 2:30 AM and didn't go to bed until 7. The next day I went to Great Clips and got my hair cut. I suddenly felt the need to color it. I spent 2 hours talking to the hair stylist at Dillard's and we finally decided what to do. Pink streaks. It turned out beautifully. Later that Saturday night me and my best friend became guilty of being rockstar wannabes whilst waiting for the third female to show up in the parking lot of Wal-Mart. Ah good times.
We finally get to the club in Dayton. This little place called the Yellow Rose. The very place I got into a fight with two guys. I can't go back there again. It always ends in violence (usually on my end) So we're all dancing having a great time.
When this drunk asshole decides to have a seizure (or dance...either way) in my personal space. Next thing I know his face is laying on my thigh. Way too cluse to my vagina for a stranger. So he got my knee in his face. His drunken antics got me out of trouble.
So on our way out some guy grabs my wrist. I had already kneed a guy in the face. I hold back the fist I almost had flying at his face. This is what he has to say "Grrl you iz so fine. Your piercin's are somethin' else. Grrl we gots ta hang out. They call my Sydney. What's your name, grrl?" I answer while trying to hold back vomit. "Cara" Cara?! That's not my name. He asks for my number. I tell him to kiss my ass. We go to leave and the ground all of a sudden becomes a big slippery wonderland and I bust my ass. Perfect. I hadn't even been drinking.
All in all it was a good night. The blonde girl in the pictures I had just met. I loved her dearly. She is my bitter-sweet darling.
I must never go that long without seeing my best friend. I had such bad withdrawls and missed her so. Thank god I have her as a friend. She is single handedly keeping my sanity in a jar, my ass out of prison, and provides places for me to hide the bodies
OH!!!! I totally forgot!!! The boy took me to see Wicked in Chicago. We were seven rows from the stage. It was UH-MAY-ZING My new favorite musical. My grandparents bought me the soundtrack for Easter. I can't stop listening to it.
I am off to dream of wild flowers and soothing melodies.
I felt the need to drive home Friday night. I had to get away. I got home at 2:30 AM and didn't go to bed until 7. The next day I went to Great Clips and got my hair cut. I suddenly felt the need to color it. I spent 2 hours talking to the hair stylist at Dillard's and we finally decided what to do. Pink streaks. It turned out beautifully. Later that Saturday night me and my best friend became guilty of being rockstar wannabes whilst waiting for the third female to show up in the parking lot of Wal-Mart. Ah good times.
We finally get to the club in Dayton. This little place called the Yellow Rose. The very place I got into a fight with two guys. I can't go back there again. It always ends in violence (usually on my end) So we're all dancing having a great time.
When this drunk asshole decides to have a seizure (or dance...either way) in my personal space. Next thing I know his face is laying on my thigh. Way too cluse to my vagina for a stranger. So he got my knee in his face. His drunken antics got me out of trouble.
So on our way out some guy grabs my wrist. I had already kneed a guy in the face. I hold back the fist I almost had flying at his face. This is what he has to say "Grrl you iz so fine. Your piercin's are somethin' else. Grrl we gots ta hang out. They call my Sydney. What's your name, grrl?" I answer while trying to hold back vomit. "Cara" Cara?! That's not my name. He asks for my number. I tell him to kiss my ass. We go to leave and the ground all of a sudden becomes a big slippery wonderland and I bust my ass. Perfect. I hadn't even been drinking.
All in all it was a good night. The blonde girl in the pictures I had just met. I loved her dearly. She is my bitter-sweet darling.
I must never go that long without seeing my best friend. I had such bad withdrawls and missed her so. Thank god I have her as a friend. She is single handedly keeping my sanity in a jar, my ass out of prison, and provides places for me to hide the bodies
OH!!!! I totally forgot!!! The boy took me to see Wicked in Chicago. We were seven rows from the stage. It was UH-MAY-ZING My new favorite musical. My grandparents bought me the soundtrack for Easter. I can't stop listening to it.
I am off to dream of wild flowers and soothing melodies.
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