I'm On My Period So I Can Say This.

Just the sound of my stinking roommates voice.. makes me kinda almost totally dry heave, and think about kicking her out.

I don't even need to hear her voice to think about that though.

Listening to her listen to Twilight on tape/cd for days on end, at all hours of the night.. well it makes me wanna die.

Love one another right?

I totally love her.

I just don't like her like at all.

I blame the dolphin shower curtain.

And her.

Maybe its me?

Nah.

Clearly I did not resolve to find reasons to like her in 2012.

And son of a gun, I miss my best friend.

I blame California.

San Diego, here I come.

Wanda.

Everyone needs a best friend you can nickname after Fried Green Tomatoes.
And possibly one with pink hair.
I sent her a picture of Katy Perry, showing her she was trying to steal her pink hair thunder.
I can't tell you her response, but she's my best friend for a reason.
I wouldn't even trade her in for Katy Perry.

I hope you have a Wanda.
If not.. well you can't have mine.
I already share her with her husband & my Godsons.
And that blasted state of California.

AND
Tonight as I lay in bed, I've decided to paint my nails.
Tomorrow I might wake up to find that I need to invest in a need bed spread.
It's a risk I'm willing to take.