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God, why am I so addicted to horribly bad reality dating shows?
I shouldn't be excited about the new series coming on...
But I am.

I'm ashamed. Gaah.

Anyways:
I keep meaning to take new photos of myself for this site, but I always forget my camera at the salon.
One day I'll get a photo up that is actually current. Promise.
Mullet/Dreads/Hawk action. Yaay!

So, somehow a giant cardboard cutout of KidRock has ended up in my boyfriend's living room.
It is one of the creepiest things I've ever seen.
It's about 6' tall and has slightly larger proportions than an average size man.
Sounds like a perfect combo for my nightmare tonite.

I had my 22nd birthday last Tuesday, was very uneventful. The lust of boozing at bars is slowly dying down.
Until Jirafa turns 21, then it's going to be crazy insane.
Wooo shots & naked girls!