supermarket dress
last nite was a bit sloppy, that hair treatment seems to have tinted my roots, lightened ‘em right up.
v. proud of this one, points for fil.
unnnfgh hi.
brad was in great form as per uje, i asked him where he got his jacket (a hooded leather jacket!) he goes uhm ah you know, LM, L&M, you know? no brad, i DON’T know.
i got red wine on my dress, not my fault! i took a sip of someone’s water bottle that had dribbled red wine all over it, then i dumped salt and soda water on the stain and sat in my stupid wet dress for the rest of the nite. the salt did nothing, just one of erin’s moves to sabotage me.
hahaha
TWO orders of nachos AND a pizza that’s how top form brad was, fuck. yet another one of erin’s sabotage moves.
brad’s signature picture fuck up.
seriously what the fuck is going on with my face.
toasting erin’s move to toronto.
welcome to the dark side.
last nite’s shite weather screwed with my hair.
ok i’m going to cut this post in half.
