Just like September 15th marks the end of sweet summer nights, this post ends the photographs that captured unhyped antics. Bars with disgusting bottom self-liquor were the ones to frequent. They were cheap and the toilets, unpleasant. Gold hoop earrings made me feel more Latina after running into Shakira. Ken dolls on the street were old co-workers of mine. Gotta display those gams, now I wear stockings which could never compare. Need to get ready, need to go to Sephora, need to drink more free booze, forget about Gwen Stefani. Girls night means penis talks, inside jokes, and THAT guy. Dish washing not dishwasher but wait there's the rubaway bar. Made friends south of the border. Wedding that felt more like Springbreak '99.
Angel faces finally left the scene. The crabby dance quickly took its place and then left at the nearest exit.
THE DOG DAYS ARE OVER: HELLO THIGH HIGH SEASON!
And hell yea, I'm so late!
P.s. Please wear thigh highs with caution, I nearly got wifed up twice in one month. Not cool with Orlando and New Orleans coming up before the year's end. 'til next summer!
