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Bleh. I hate my skin. stab stab.
Went to a party on Saturday. The theme was pimps n hoes. I got ready at Adri's house. While Adri, Krissi, Clare and myself sipped glasses of vodka and orange in front of a mirror (because we are incredibly narcissistic), we contemplated how completely stunning we would be if we were a band. We have the attitude. We have the look. We have the personality. Pity there's no talent anywhere in sight. Well, Krissi can sing. Maybe the rest of us could awe the audience with our interpretive dancing.
Krissi brought a very hot Brazilian to the party. I completely threw myself at him. I even used a lame pick-up-line. "So... are you really Brazilian?", *nudge nudge*.
I think I may have scared him a great deal.
It's Oscar Wilde's Birthday today.
Happy Birthday, dahhling.
2 sleeps till my own birthday!
Went to a party on Saturday. The theme was pimps n hoes. I got ready at Adri's house. While Adri, Krissi, Clare and myself sipped glasses of vodka and orange in front of a mirror (because we are incredibly narcissistic), we contemplated how completely stunning we would be if we were a band. We have the attitude. We have the look. We have the personality. Pity there's no talent anywhere in sight. Well, Krissi can sing. Maybe the rest of us could awe the audience with our interpretive dancing.
Krissi brought a very hot Brazilian to the party. I completely threw myself at him. I even used a lame pick-up-line. "So... are you really Brazilian?", *nudge nudge*.
I think I may have scared him a great deal.
It's Oscar Wilde's Birthday today.
Happy Birthday, dahhling.
2 sleeps till my own birthday!