being bloated, blows.
I just got back from PA. It wasn't that bad. We left Saturday morning, and we got to my aunt cookies around 2 or 3. The wedding was at 5. We all got ready in the beauty parlor. I did my mother makeup because she was being a gypsy. She sprayed her hair black, and she wore all this shit that made her really look like a gypsy. She stole most of my shit that was laying around in my closet. She took my sandals, my banquet dress, my sheer overthrow jacket, my hoop earrings, and I did her makeup with my make up. Soooo, yeah. My dad was the grim reaper, and my brother Mike was Willy Wonka. His costume was THE best. It was so funny. I was the graveyard fairy. It was sexxxxxxxxxxy. :-D But yeah, anyways, I really have to go because my lovely boyfriend wrote my essay that is due tomorrow for English, and I have to revise it and print it out.
<3333333333 bbye.
<3333333333 bbye.