Gah! What a naughty blogger.
Between a non-stop weekend, a ferocious work-week, and issues too whiny for the internet (but wasn't the internet made for whining!?), I have been lazy in both writing and dressing. I wore both men's pants and shirt today, for instance, and neither fit in that cute, slouchy kind of way. Yeesh.
Here is the run-down of Carissa's four consecutive birthday witching hours:
|BLAM! The girl even looked like it was her birthday.|
|Karaoke at Gathering's, where velvet was worn and Josh sang that he's got "99 Problems" and Carissa is every single one of them.|
|Dancing at the bar! More velvet!|
|Recreational mall goth-ing. More evidence of this to come...|