reagan

I woke up this morning, and simply could not breathe.
I was coughing so badly for 3 minutes straight that i could feel my lips start to tingle from the lack of blood flow.
I mixed more drinks than i should have last night and felt like my eyes were burning and bleeding when i opened them.
I should have remembered to take off my fake eyelashes before bedtime, just like i should have remembered to not smoke the cigarettes in my pocket....but why blame myself for all the pains in my body, when shortly after tumbling out of my bunk i look out the front window and realize im back on Santa Monica Blvd, in Los Angeles.
Yep. I must be allergic to LA.

4 months ago, 9 girls left the SG office in a 15 passenger death trap. I was sad to go, because i was positive that i would be killed by insanity or bad driving, before we made it back.
I would have never thought that i would be back in the same parking spot in a tour bus filled with 5 girls and a stressed out tour manager, 4 months later.
And as i shoved all of the toys and alcohol and clothes and movies that i have accumulated since that day i first left LA, into pillow cases and plastic bags, i felt kind of sad to say that its done.


There. Thats my fucking emo post. done. finished. never again.

On another note, i thought i would share some pictures i've taken this month{