Floufy Poufy

Lovely new layout, with a lovely new snarkiness that the old one lacked. Dedicated by Miss Poo to the D-landers who would have you believe that their life is the epitome of complete and utter despair, when really their only problems are "a broken nail/parents forcing them to eat brocolli/having to do their homework."

So Sagen's in Savannah, and PiePixie's jealous. Because I love me some Savannah. I want some devilled crab! I want key lime pie! I want Greek at Olympia's and beignets at Huey's and Spanish moss and gnats! Gnats! I want gnats! But mainly I want summer. See that picture up there? That's what it looks like around here right now. Overcast and gross. Summer, NOW. You hear me, Mother Nature?

What else, what else...oh, yeah. Valentine's Day was a bunch of nothing. Amanda and I handed out black half-hearts with single black jellybeans taped to them. Our slogan was "Happy Single Self-Awareness Day!" I really do not like Valentine's Day. And the thing is, I've never had a boyfriend, so how should I know what a real, awful, bitter Valentine's Day feels like? I hate it for no reason. Oops, look at that. Turning into one of those people I was just talking about.

Nicole's bridal shower is tomorrow, and I got my dress (the periwinkle one) for the wedding. As dumb as this sounds, and keeping in mind that the girl in the picture is about 11? It makes me feel like a floufy princess. I likey.

2003-02-22 @ 12:36 a.m.

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