ATTENTION:
There are only 7 days till my birthday.
That gives you all plenty of time to go buy me something.
Just kidding.
January 8th.
Request it off.
NOW.
Love,
Samantha
ps.
Last nite was semi-surreal. I almost felt like it was an episode of the Real World, filmed on location at Wendy's House. There were all kinds of people there, small cliques, large cliques, tension, drama, but mostly just good times. I made friends with a girl that I was convinced hated my guts, shared champagne with Laura who kept tipsily drinking more than her fair share, watched Dave creepily stalk Quico in hopes of a New Years kiss, took a smoke break in attemp to light up some romance for my homegirl [side note #1. Too bad the boy was a complete dumbass and totally missed out BIG TIME.], heard the phrase, "OHMYGOD MY PENIS IS SO HARD RIGHT NOW" about 93 times in thirty minutes, talked to my sicko friend Jason who could't make it to the fiesta- despite invitations from me, Tricia, AND BOBBY, ran inside to watch the ball drop on TV, had a new years kiss that was the nicest one so far, then proceeded to infect everyone in the entire house with my strep throat/sars virus I've got goin on. If they had been fliming us, as a very special New Years Episode of The Real World: Tempe, I think it would have been a high ratings show.
And Oohhh, I don't think it's a good sign when you can feel your tonsil swelling to the other side of your throat.