I'ma change this blog layout in a minute. OCD, I know, but this purple is starting to bother me. Purple, orange, and gray? What was I thinking? Every time I look at it I feel like someone's gonna shout trick or treat. smh. That's not what I came to blog about though.

I finally got my hair did which allows me to take pictures. I can't take picures raggedy you know, that's against all the rules. Anyway, y'all know how I get once I get on my picture taking mode, so expect about a million by...tomorrow. I might even go back to using my Flickr. Y'all ain't even know I had one of those, did you? That's not what I came to blog about, either.

The reason I got all dolled up & everything was 'cus my friends Monica and Angelica both shared a birthday yesterday, so they decided to go out together. They both have a strange fascination with strip clubs, so we were gonna hit one, & then we were gonna go to a dance club, & then get some food & go home, the usual. Angelica's mom got her a limo. That's cool. Okay. Whatever. So I get dressed & go to Monica's, & then we drive over to where Angelica said the limo would be. It was just me, Monica, & this mixed girl Kristen (who was unbelievably fucking pretty, by the way). Of course Angelica invited like 59 people, but it's her birthday, and her limo, so who cares, right? Her friends brought drinks, so we're all just chilling in the limo, waiting for everybody to show up so we can go. It was chill. I mean, it was as cool as it can be being the only people of color surrounded by approximately twelve white people.

Sidebar: Funniest part of the evening was when this kid Jordan got his iPod and decided to prove to me that he knew "what hip-hop is". Not only was nothing current, it was all mainstream and like...you know, the poppy hip hop, the kind white people listen to to feel good about themselves. It was totally expected. Anyway, back to the story.

So we spend like an hour waiting for everybody to get in the limo, then we had to go pick this one girl up, then people decided they wanted to pick up snacks, so we hit McDonalds. Monica's ole silly self forgot her ID, so Angelica said we could wait for her mom to bring it to her. Monica's a really sensitive person though, and she felt like she was just tagging along on somebody elses party, and she didn't really feel welcome. So when her mom got there she was like nevermind, I just want to go home. And she told me & Kristen we could go, but Kristen doesn't know any of them, and even though I know Angelica from school, I figured it'd be kinda shady to come with Monica and then just ditch her when she obviously felt like nobody wanted her around.

Anyway, while we're talking about this, Angelica calls me over and asks me what's wrong with Monica, so I tell her that she's feeling left out and kind of unwelcome. Now, instead of being a good fucking person, and saying something along the lines of, "Of course you're welcome. It's your birthday too, now lets go." This bitch strolls over to an already upset Monica and goes, "Well, if you feel uncomfortable, don't let me stop you from leaving."

Stupid bitch.

Making an already long story a little bit shorter, we went back to Monica's house. That is, after we picked up mass quantites of junkfood, && my entire alcohol stash. Then we ordered pizza and talked shit and passed out.

In the end, it was a waste of a perfectly good outfit. And that, my friends, is what I came to blog about.

Here are the four pictures from yesterday that I deem worthy of the public eye:
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