Something needs to happen, f'real
~.: Nothing rantable is happening in my life. And I mean good rantable. I've done plenty of ranting about Kristie (who, I was reminded the other night, is an actual human being (Dad accidentally spilled a root beer float on her new Vera Bradley bag (which was the first thing she's been able to buy for herself in a while apparently), and being pregnant and hormonal, and a girl, she was so upset that it sent her into tears (she wasn't angry at Dad or anything, just upset)). But nothing fun and exciting is happening that I can rant about.
~.: A boy would be nice. "So, we went out and did this and I think he likes me but I'm not sure but I'm having fun flrting."
~.: New clothes (some of them necessary, like a polo shirt and khakis) would be awesome too. "OMG, you guys, I just bought the most amazing skirt EVAR!!!"
~.: Both would be even better.
~.: My baby brother has a first name now. Benjamin. We aren't allowed to know what middle names have been tossed around until one is made final.
~.: I'm going to bed now.
~.: A boy would be nice. "So, we went out and did this and I think he likes me but I'm not sure but I'm having fun flrting."
~.: New clothes (some of them necessary, like a polo shirt and khakis) would be awesome too. "OMG, you guys, I just bought the most amazing skirt EVAR!!!"
~.: Both would be even better.
~.: My baby brother has a first name now. Benjamin. We aren't allowed to know what middle names have been tossed around until one is made final.
~.: I'm going to bed now.