Yuck, I'm getting darker. And lets all blame it for being at Steph's for two days in a row! Yesterday Kanika and I went shade tanning in Steph's frontyard. For those of you who don't know what that is, shade tanning is when your intentions are to remain within the safety of tree shades, but unwanted UV rays ultimately tan you anyways. Booohoo. Then Kanika, Steph, Scottie and I went to munch on some sushi- rude ass waitresses and delicious spicy tuna rolls!
Today a bunch of us met up at Steve and Barry's Grand Opening. Much to my disappointment, it was a breeding ground for faux fashion (Amanda Bynes' Dear line is a horrific attempt at couture). I had high hopes for the Bitten line by SJP, and I still do- my verdict won't come until S&B have completely opened, models and all. The ground was dirty, the dressing rooms were stinky, t-shirts were .. well.. i'll just give you an example of one- "I'm a virgin, but this shirt is old." WTF? But Reggie had a grand old time, we ended up walking out with four boxes of basketball shoes, a wide variety of basketball shorts, and some sports under armor. Joy.
Today, we had some slip and slide fun at Stephanie's, and I got darker (yuck). Pictures for your entertainment;
SO everyone, guesss freekin what? I went in. I took the plunge. I indulged! Months of being scared shitless really paid off. 'Dorabelle' is now permanently on my ankle. Sistas fo life, nikka. Pitchas:
-DIZZA!
I've come to realize that my life and even who I am as a person is not at all who I make myself out to be. I've realized the necessity of that one person in my life, and that his presence is a lot stronger than anything I've ever been sure of. Through all this confusion, and the endless stacks of unfortunate events, I've completely lost myself and found myself multiple times on several different occasions, which is getting a bit frustrating considering I'm supposed to be lax from here on out.
Being stuck is just a irritating, ridiculous spot for any one to be in, especially during graduation and prom time in the midst of amends. I'm so emotionally strung upon the smallest shit, its not funny nor is it practical. Note to self: relax, breath, let go. Damn it.
Special thanks to my Stephanie, who's been by my side through all this fucken bullshit from the beginning. She was there through all the fun, the bad, and shes still there to deal with the aftermath, and for that- I love her. mucho.
I'm sorry, and I really want to make this work. We both know that. And I know we're a lot bigger than this crap to let it hurt us.
