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On a whim I got a new *litttterallll* baby. I named her mini-bar. She's just been chillin' on my shoulder, lickin' mah neck. I've been walking all over my house to let her smell smells; she seems pretty stoked. Right off the bat she's been the most wellllll behaved cute rat baby I've had when I got them.
Well, except when she SOMEHOW got out of her cage when I took a nap. I get up and she's sitting ON TOP of her cage. And not doing anything bad, really. I just looked at her and said "What a bad baby, grow up". Then I put her back in her cage and she seemed like she felt all "Oh, okay, kewl, ewps" about it.
Even though I am a rep for, like, 8 lines right now, yesterday I went to Philosophy basic. I obvs learned all the things, but I also left with, like, almost TOO much gratis. Hell yeah gurl.
I need to e-mail the Smashbox rep.
I love going out to a club and being asked mid-dance, "Were you a stripper before?". What, before TONIGHT?! Or in general?! Because tonight, I'm definitely a stripper. There's nothing quite like taking all your clothes off and dancing with 358907587539 gay men at a bar. The only time I can stuff a $5 bill in a mans thong without feeling guilty the next day.
