Same day.. Same story

So I get home and start helping the boy work on the floor. I have to admit it was kind of fun... Like a grown up puzzle right on the living room floor. I had gotten my nails done earlier in the day, hair was lookin right, and you know what this dude notices??? A f@$ little ass pimple on my (ahem, ahem) face. I was like are you serious. That ish made me sooooooooooooooooooo mad. Well... still not talking to him. Im in my room packing for my LI trip tomorrow (ADVENTURE TIME!). What the hell am I going to do on a train for 3 hours? I know... so optimistic. Going to chow down on some healthy Harlem Chinese food from our friendly neighborhood
store. YUUUUMY










TTFN Tatta for now