So apparently I'm supposed to detail my day and people will read it. IF YOU WRITE IT, THEY WILL COME. So here I am thinking about today's nerf fight and the amount of chocolate milk I've guzzled in hopes of hearing my carton moo.
I'm forcing myself to listen to Our Lady of Peace so that when I go to the concert I won't look like an idiot by not knowing the words. Truthfully, the only reason I paid $15 was to see the lead singer of Tripping Daisy. Yep, the boy is beautiful and definately worth putting up with two hours of songs that ALL SOUND THE SAME.
SO APPRENTLY I'M SUPPOSED TO SOUND FEMININE BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT PEOPLE LIKE. Well pretend that as I listen to "Naveed" that I'm applying a fresh coat of luscious ruby red lipstick...(really pink lemonade chapstick). Yeah, and I'm wearing, a uh, pair of stiletto heels...