Um...

First and foremost, I am not a beach bunny. Loving the beach is a definite, but wearing straps to cover the more scandalous aspects of my body isn't in my genetic makeup. It's just not. I'd end up going from pasty white to a blushy tomato in 3.5 seconds. I wanted to add a little irony and sarcasm (what me?) to the blog.

So this is my first post...I'm trying to journal because Mom says "it helps get your feelings out". I think she's been reading self-help books again. She leaves today...hells yes! I don't really get how her going to Boston for work makes sense, but a weekend without my lone rent is explanation enough. Party on Wayne...party on Garth.

Kelly and Cash (gross) are thinking of having a bonfire party down near Gibbons Cross. I hope so...we haven't had one since the cops busted us a few months back. I didn't get in trouble thank god, I'm lucky that beer reminds me of drinking urine and therefore I just don't. Kelly and Cash ended up cuffed, Mom wasn't too happy about that but she got over it.

It'll be 8 months for Kelly and me in two weeks. CRAZY. I still can't believe he's suffered through my retardation this long...I kinda love him.

I'm off to shop with Tatum and Alli...well more like browse while they shop. Maybe I should've been born a boy. Maybe I'll get something to wear tonight, doubt it. I'm rambling...