So, my days in SJ for the holidays end today. I'm leaving at noon, no ifs, ands, or buts about it... and I know you guys are soooo sad about it. (not)
Anyway, it wasn't that bad, really. I won at San Franciscopoly... (first time in my life), I hung out with my grandparents (they're annoying as hell, but who knows how many Christmas trips they have left in them), I hugged my mom a lot (she's a nasty old bitch, but you know, she's my mom, and I love her), and my sister made me laugh a lot. I missed my boy, and everything, but I'm in Los Angeles every day... I'm glad I came home for Christmas...
I got to see Jujubee a lot. We took Adam to the hospital (I really hope he's okay) when he started suffering from stomach pains. I got about 20 pairs of underwear for Christmas, because apparently my parents aren't sure what else I'd want.
So, what's a girl to do? How's a girl supposed to complain?
And now I get to go home and open the Vivianne Westwood shoes I just happen to know Noah got for me...
hehehe
I love my boy.
I love my best friend.
I love my family (even though they suck ass)
J'ai refuse to give any of them up.
Also... look how rad I used to be: