I was just sitting around thinking you know, I’m not that much of an interesting person. People have stories to tell. Crazy stories, wild stories, sex stories, bathroom stories, California stories, drug stories.
I have some here and there but I’m really a basket of mellow. I think people get the impression online that I am some Lohan train wreck, and even in person when I act a certain way people assume I’m this wicked party goer regularly fucked up, getting naked in clubs. Not the case babies.
I’m one of the most mellow, laid back girls ever. I would rather stay home and goof off with pudding and vodka then get drunk and humped at a club. In fact, clubs make me paranoid and give me panic attacks unless I drink before I go in.
So what is the point of this post? I don’t think I have one. I woke up groggy & nauseous & I’ve lost all feeling in my fingers because it’s fucking ice cold in this house so, good morning Saturday