I haven't stepped foot into a nightclub since August. I've lost it. I'm sorry none of you got the chance to see me drop it like it's hot. I only see myself dropping it like someone stuck an ice cube down my shirt these days.
[edit] ....Then again I always thought I was an amazing dancer after exactly three shots of vodka.
I'm terribly bored with my hair. I've already decided that I'm going to add in a chunk of radioactive green into what is already black. I'm also going to try teasing it sometime this week.
As you all should know, Wednesday was dear Emma Jones' birthday. Now we all know I make the best Rum Cake East of the Mississippi. But the best is never enough for my doll. Thus Frankencake was born.