I need to meet some of these friends of yours.
oh jesus. it’s ridiculous. MARDI GRAS!!!! GO TO ALL THE FANCY BALLS!!!!
ok. I’m done. I have to sleep.
maybe I won’t forget to grab all the bobby pins I can. and take my computer with me. and get all the shit I’ll need tomorrow, cause I sure as hell ain’t coming back to this house.
buh. Mardi Gras takes a lot of effort. damn.
what I look like today.
the dress in the background is what I may be wearing to the ball I’m going to next Friday. let’s hope it works. and hope I can find jewelry to match it, since I used to have purple costume jewelry… but can’t find it right now. :///
the only thing that doesn’t fit in my old prom dress that I was hoping to wear to a ball or two
is my boobs.
really?
Mardi Gras
cannot get here fast enough. It may end up being like Tuscaloosa all over again. There will be formal balls and alcohol and dancing and drinking and smoking and sleeping and not sleeping and maybe some sex.
fuck yeah, Mobile!
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