so what better way to celebrate than go back to the scene of the crime? relive my 21st and this time let's do it right! i plan to be wasted. i plan to be a mess. i plan to be having the time of my life this friday with the people i love and that i want in my life for the rest of my life. and so far, the people coming are people i couldn't live without and the people i wouldn't have gotten this far without.
unfortunately, my miranda won't be there (bitch is still in her paradise, traveling the world), but as we do with all the parties we've thrown since she left, we have her there in spirit...and in our bruised bitches (don't worry that's only a drink).
the best part of this night: instead of having an abusive asshole there who ruined my entire birthday week last year, i'm going to have an amazing mr. music who has already started this semana off in the best way...not to mention ended my easter well too :) last night (easter, to clarify) i was promised a great ending to my birthday week on top of it all as well. what better way to consummate the day of birth than by some good ol' birthday sex?
"i am not a whore. but i like to do it."
oh, and speaking of whores, well at least being called one while standing on a corner in a very vulnerable whore-like position...
samantha was at dinner with her family on saturday and inevitably ran into a previous hook up who had no choice but to stick around seeing as he was their server. after a awkward dinner she stepped out to smoke. now down on the peninsula all the streets are small and everything is located on the main street so every car that drives by sees everything they pass. well, a car of obnoxious newportian guys happen to see sam on the corner smoking her cigarette (i guess in a way she sets herself up for a position like this). what better idea than for them to yell "whore" as they pass? ohhhh southern california.