i like how no one responded to my previous entry with, "but wasn't it cold?!" it was, by the way ( Read more... )

i swam in the congaree river last night.

i fell down the stairs, i had dinner with a twenty-eight year old law student, my hair is in french-braided pigtails and i'm baking cornbread.

i guess most of my friends are seeing against me! right now? i'm in aiken, pretty drunk, merci beaucoup à mes parents, we went to the country club and watched the football game and drank a lot of whiskey (me) / vodka (my dad) / sweet tea (my mom)? i don't know why i opted to do this; it's been a nice night, though. and not just because of the free ( Read more... )

the one thing i really, really wanted for my birthday (a second chance -- or, really, multiple second chances) -- was never given to me; however, i was given a lot of alcohol, and a t. rex pinata...?

i was going to write a livejournal entry, but, i think i'm going to smoke a cigarette with sara and jill instead. BLAYDA.

happy twenty-first birthday to me, in three and a half hours.

also: tattoo #9 is fucking gorgeous.

one year ago last night ( Read more... )

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my hair is half hot pink. i talked to a forty- or fifty-something-year-old named merle about hanging out with bill ayers, who was apparently in town recently, to give a speech, which i was sadly unaware of. halloween is awesome.

i miss the days when i wanted to be a cavewoman for halloween ( Read more... )