On an extremely random note, seeing Michael C. Hall in lipstick has officially altered the very foundation of my existence. Oh, yes.
Four more days until my birthday. Four. Four more days until my teenage days are over. I honestly can't say that I'm sorry to see them go. I'm done being nineteen and I'm ready to be twenty. And then next year... I'm hitting the bars.
I know the novelty will probably wear off really quickly, but come on. Every teenager dreams of the day he can go to a bar and have a drink
I've decided not to go overboard for a celebration this year, though. On my birthday, I just want to go out to dinner. And then on the weekend, I want to go shopping. Oh god yes, shopping. I was thinking about investing in some microdermal anchors on my collarbone, but... nahhh...
Still too chicken. x3
He cried, "Mother! What'd you do to me?" I said, "Mother, Mother, Mother's for babies - call me Kitty."
