Who's Titty?
Sam's surprise party was pretty fun. Sam was incredibly surprised when she got in the apartment. You could hear here bitching from outside, complaining why they had to go in because Vanessa was suppose to take her out. A whole lot of drinking, the Guitar Hero battles, Sam's WOW (World of Warcraft) cake. Vanessa made up a game called "Who's Titty?" Basically, Sam is sitting on a chair blindfolded and a bunch of the girls got felt up by Sam and she had to guess who's tits they were. My name kept coming up, but unfortunately I wasn't playing. Then there was the pinata. We went outside by a tree and Sam was hella drunk. The way she was swinging the damn stick was fuckin' hilarious. Then I had to be a party pooper and leave the party because of my damn clinicals today.
I don't want to go to my clinicals. Takes the life right out of me. 5 fuckin' massages in a row can really tire a person out. Good thing we have a break. Leaving for Hawaii Sunday night.
It's pretty damn ironic how I'm so damn set to leave Vegas, I'm starting to have fun. Right now, I don't want to go home because of all the damn drama I'm going through with my mom. My sister, Sheila, is starting to feel bad for me. Most of all, I hate crying, especially if my friends have to witness it. I forgot who it was, but someone once told me that seeing me cry is just heart breaking. How is it heart breaking? I can't keep putting up a damn front because once in a damn while, you need a good cry. It takes a lot of energy to fake a smile. And for my true friends, it's impossible for me to lie and to fake that smile. But luckily, those friends know how to put a damn smile on my face and I love them for that.
I don't want to go to my clinicals. Takes the life right out of me. 5 fuckin' massages in a row can really tire a person out. Good thing we have a break. Leaving for Hawaii Sunday night.
It's pretty damn ironic how I'm so damn set to leave Vegas, I'm starting to have fun. Right now, I don't want to go home because of all the damn drama I'm going through with my mom. My sister, Sheila, is starting to feel bad for me. Most of all, I hate crying, especially if my friends have to witness it. I forgot who it was, but someone once told me that seeing me cry is just heart breaking. How is it heart breaking? I can't keep putting up a damn front because once in a damn while, you need a good cry. It takes a lot of energy to fake a smile. And for my true friends, it's impossible for me to lie and to fake that smile. But luckily, those friends know how to put a damn smile on my face and I love them for that.