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I'm going to the sold out Bright Eyes show next month, so that's exciting.
I'm going to check out a restaurant/bar I'm being talked into working at on Saturday night. The manager always comes into my work and hangs out on Tuesdays when I work so he wants me to work there. Apparently I get to make my own schedule and I can pick up weekend bartending shifts, so thats really cool.
I'm also sick of having blonde hair and I'm going to get it done brown today, but now I'm having second thoughts. Sighhhhh. I don't know if I'll do it, just because I spent the last 14 monthes finally getting it blonde again. We'll see.
It's really depressing hearing about how upset everyone is back home and everything sucks. I'm sorry guys. I don't know what to tell you except that if it's that bad, it can only get better. Right? Hopefully.
My grandma has cancer. She is getting an operation next Monday and I'm a little bit worried. But hell, she's got 55 years of Detroit thunder in her veins, she's tough as nails. I know everything will be fine.
The mole by Rod Stewart's mouth really grosses me out. And it has gotten 298734892173X's as big since the 80s. SICK.
Grey's Anatomy has me worried. Did Meredith really die? Or is she dreaming?
I'm going to Vegas next month, and sporting my new Betsey Johnson dress, yayyyy.
This is probably really boring to all of you, sorry.
I want new ink.
Love You. <3
I'm going to check out a restaurant/bar I'm being talked into working at on Saturday night. The manager always comes into my work and hangs out on Tuesdays when I work so he wants me to work there. Apparently I get to make my own schedule and I can pick up weekend bartending shifts, so thats really cool.
I'm also sick of having blonde hair and I'm going to get it done brown today, but now I'm having second thoughts. Sighhhhh. I don't know if I'll do it, just because I spent the last 14 monthes finally getting it blonde again. We'll see.
It's really depressing hearing about how upset everyone is back home and everything sucks. I'm sorry guys. I don't know what to tell you except that if it's that bad, it can only get better. Right? Hopefully.
My grandma has cancer. She is getting an operation next Monday and I'm a little bit worried. But hell, she's got 55 years of Detroit thunder in her veins, she's tough as nails. I know everything will be fine.
The mole by Rod Stewart's mouth really grosses me out. And it has gotten 298734892173X's as big since the 80s. SICK.
Grey's Anatomy has me worried. Did Meredith really die? Or is she dreaming?
I'm going to Vegas next month, and sporting my new Betsey Johnson dress, yayyyy.
This is probably really boring to all of you, sorry.
I want new ink.
Love You. <3