So earlier my friend and myself went and ate waffles at this one restaurant. As we’re sitting there, our waiter comes and brings us our food and he looks at me and says “is your tattoo done?” I looked at him and said “it’s just peeling now, almost done.” He then said it was a really nice tattoo. It really made my day, even though it was a simple compliment.
I hate cleaning and I hate packing. I don’t want to go back.
But really though I had a lot of fun and a lot of alcohol yaaay. Also, a few guys started talking to me on the subway and a few called me beautiful. Since when do men find me attractive?
Okay can I have my birthday kiss now?
It’s my birthday today!! Yaaaaay!