Photo Bombing & Such.

Let's photo bomb.

What is photo bombing?

Well...

Stick with me and I will show you all I know.

I saw a glimpse into my future with this lady.

Except I am not living past 60 er 47 or 30, abolutely not. 

Gross.

I heard this on Hart Of Dixie, and I laughed for 10 minutesish. 

Okay, don't judge me for looking so gross in these pictures.

But the photo bombers just mean so much to me.

I had. A. Been crying for an hour straight before meeting up with this kid (I never cry that long, but I did) (still not talking about it)

B. And that nose is just always on my face. 

Ryan Star sang to us.

His voice. Oh he is so sexy voice wise.

Losing Your Memory.

Last Train Home.

We made out many times during the course of the concert in my mind. 

This hat made me wonder if it was a sexual preference thing or clearly an anger problem/statement.

I just hope he's single.. fingers crossed.. ;) 

ChyAnn told me to erase this picture.

I said okay.

I lied to my friend, I feel good about it. 

I needed to show you how my upper lip crinkles & I look like I have a manstache.

I can't wait to get old.

I think I need to take up photo bombing.

I've just never done it.

However  my friend Brooke clearly does it best.

And I know I look like a beached whale.

A. The Photographer is tiny.

B. The Photgrapher knows to turn in is always key, and to be skinny.

C. My boobs look so weird.

D. Now you're all looking at my boobs. 

E. And I don't even care.

We kinda got bored.

Andy Grammer..

You Just Gotta Keep Your Head Up.. 

Look at his drummer totally bombing this photo.

It's okay.. I watched the drummer a lot.

I threw my bra at him. 

Twice.

They left halfway through.

But it was a highlight in my life, none the less.

And because I think its funny.

I have a new fb cover.

I bet it gives all of my friends and family such warm fuzzies. 

A week in review, well not really.

I Broke My Own Heart & Kinda Blogged About It..

&

fought with my stupid car.

I think there were signs this week early on.. that I wouldn't survive this week well..

Putting on my smock backwards.

Squeezing my foundation.. which was a little backed up, only to explode all over the place.

Have you ever done that?

Like volcanic explosion-esc?

I cannot have such emotions first thing in the morning.

Dating is ruining my heart this week too.

I can't read his mind, and its really annoying.

And it's even more annyoing that I care.

I'm not talking about anything else.

I'm defective this week.

But Ingrid Michaelsons new CD is soothing my day.

I know I'm not fat for the record.

I'm just chunky;)

My friend: You should probably stay sober.

Me: That is probably a good idea, but it sounds like the worst idea ever..

My friend: I think she's still laughing, what a jerk.

Happy Saturday.

Try not to be too awesome.