06.23.02 :: 12:26 am
I don't think I need to see it next year. If I wanted to watch girls in sequined outfits with their breasts hanging out, well, I don't know, I'd hang out at a strip club.
Other than that, I managed a tan and a slight buzz at Miss Licorice's after-parade party on her yummy specialty drinks whose secret ingredient is sake.
This morning I got a little cranky with the boy on the phone. But as per usual we worked it out. And I plan on sequestering him to the bedroom for the entire month when he gets back.
My father called me today as well.
I need to work on the issues about my take on the men in my life. This is best left for a therapist. When I have insurance.