Dear IRS.
Please accept my federal tax return...and then please accept my state tax return...so that I can have my 1100 dollars...and NOT STRESS about the big V. There's so much to do!
Go blonde.
Nails.
Shoes.
Shoes.
Shoes.
Clothes.
Clothes.
Clothes.
Tan.
Tattoo.
Tattoo.
Partying.
Gambling.
"Bachelorette Party" present.
Hotel.
Ticket.
Flight.
Gas.
Liquor!
Shopping!
Jewelry!
And yeah, let's not forget the car I'm trying to save up for. It's sad it's secondary right now. LOL. I'm just so excited for this fucking good time. Everything is good. All drama is cleared. Everyone's excited. Everyone's staying til Monday now...no weird room calculations. Ah! Fuck YES! Time off is cleared. Woot!
Go blonde.
Nails.
Shoes.
Shoes.
Shoes.
Clothes.
Clothes.
Clothes.
Tan.
Tattoo.
Tattoo.
Partying.
Gambling.
"Bachelorette Party" present.
Hotel.
Ticket.
Flight.
Gas.
Liquor!
Shopping!
Jewelry!
And yeah, let's not forget the car I'm trying to save up for. It's sad it's secondary right now. LOL. I'm just so excited for this fucking good time. Everything is good. All drama is cleared. Everyone's excited. Everyone's staying til Monday now...no weird room calculations. Ah! Fuck YES! Time off is cleared. Woot!