This week I had a few nice outfits. Unfortunately, I have no proof. The only thing I have proof of is my attempt at victory rolls. They didn't turn out like they should have. I am growing my hair. I look like the First Lady, or Secretary of State or Prime Minister. I don't think I suit red lipstick. I wear it anyway. I finished watching 30 Rock. Life may or may not go on, that is until I find another TV series to plough through. I dare you to pity me. I will not accept your pity.
These photos do not accurately depict the amount of work that went into sculpting my hair into a resemblance of victory rolls.
I may be having a stroke, each word I typed in the previous sentence had a typing error.
Better sooner than later.
Coming live to you from her bedroom floor,
Good night,
A
i love your writing! :D you've made me laugh.
ReplyDeleteoh, and sure, your victory rolls rock!
Stop Whispering
Thanks! I've made you laugh, and you made my day :)
DeleteBy the way, I love your blog!!