You guys. It's been way too long since I just full-out embarrassed myself around here. Remember when I used to drunkenly blog about my inadequacies? And all the times I ate concrete while running? Or how about the weirdos who used to hit on me at Baja Fresh? No? Okay, well now is a perfect time to get acquainted with the true crazy that I am because here's the thing..Jessi in Portland and she made several appearances in Vegas. I can't explain how it started or why, but I don't think she'll ever not be on my person. It's gone on too long and it makes me laugh too hard to let go.
Then there's this matching earring/necklace set that has dreamcatchers on it. I mean, I kept it because being an Indian princess is pretty much an everyday goal of mine, but they were gifted to me by my 9th grade "boyfriend" who was only even my "boyfriend" for approximately three days. By that I mean we typed at each other a whole lot on AIM before ever meeting IRL, but we had plans.
Plans to make out in an arcade shooting game, that is. You know, the kind with the curtain. Scandalous, I know. When the time came, I had my giant cup of Pibb Xtra, my distressed converse and the blueberry lipgloss we had discussed beforehand, but instead of making out, we played the game. Then it soon became apparent that he farted. He just let one rip in that tiny little curtain-enclosed space, and it smelled rank. Could you not hold it? (Is it that onion and ketchup?)
Needless to say that make out sesh didn't happen. And the AIM "taken" status was quickly revoked (~*single and ready to MiNgLe*~).
But I still have those dreamcatcher earrings and necklace, and sometimes I wear them without telling anyone that my gassy 9th grade boyfriend bestowed them upon me. Shaniqua probably wears them sometimes too.
The more you know!