So I am going to be out of commission until the beginning of next week, being that it's my birthday this weekend and all. Essentially I feel as though being drunk on only one day of the week is never enough, I hope to be more toasted than a cashew stuck in a homeless man's tooth.
And if you think I am going to tell you how old I am turning, that is bullshit, I wont...but if you want to go ahead and get all Nancy Drew on me, then I only have four words for you, 'Blogger Profiles'.
I own that dress
But back to my original thought, you should all know that Saturday night if you find me laying in a gated bush in the Meatpacking district, wearing some kind of glitter heels and a tierra, just know, I probably look better than last year.