Your girl here is sick as hell and has mysterious lumps on her domepiece. Seriously, I have two little goose eggs on the side of my head like I got hit.....except......I didn't. I mean, I was pretty drunk the other night but not THAT drunk.
Anyway, I'm more than slightly creeped out by the bumps on my head. Maybe I'm allergic to my weave? I hope not!
RedAss did a painting that I think is fucking FANTASTIC:
I had possibly the best weekend ever last weekend. It basically involved kittens, whiskey, and fucking. What more can a girl ask for?
A lot has changed in a short period of time.
I should be moving back to the city and the fuck OUT of my parents house in the next couple weeks. I'll be moving into a house with a couple nerdy-ass (read: MAGIC CARD playing!) dudes and a sassy-ass girl. And I'll be sharing the attic floor with a mama cat and her three babies who are currently a little over a week old. So. Fucking. Cute. I anticipate a great deal of kitteh spoonfests!
I plan on moving east by January.
I've decided to cut out some toxic friends. I'm not going to waste my energy hating certain people, or even disliking them really, but I will never let them in again. Always at an arms length and no one gets hurt.
There is a boy. He is not my boyfriend. But he is not not my boyfriend either. Does that make sense? It does. You know what I mean. I probably shouldn't even be talking about this but I have a big damn mouth and can't keep anything quiet!
Anyway, here are some pictures from the Philly/NYC trip that I never posted:
One weave and two wigs.
We had a mixtape exchange at work. This was mine. You like? I'll send you one. 'Cause I'm feeling nice.
Also, congrats on completing your late 80s/early 90s motif -- I love the TMNT sweater & Mr T styled necklace, by the way -- by moving in with MAGIC players.