"What kind of girl do you think I am, and how could you tell so fast?"
In response to the crushing blow (which is putting it rather too mildly) of yesterday's presidential outcome, I think I'm off politics for awhile. From now on, my blog will no longer concern itself with the weighty political questions of the day or the teetering balance of global ideologies. It will neither struggle to glimpse the uncertain future of humanity nor attempt to contribute to its betterment. No, from this moment forth, my blog is going to be all about boys, fashion & America's Next Top Model.
Er, right. So anyway. Last nite Sheri & Anna came over to watch ANTM. We had a lot of beers & we talked a lot of trash. Bulimic-stripper Cassie got the boot, which I thought was appropriate. This guy Spencer I met over the weekend called; I can’t decide if I want to go out with him or not. I'm meeting David from the personals on Friday. I still don't know if he has seen my blog. I guess I will find out. Or I won't. Oh & I bought a fabulous pair of arm-warmers. They are black with a glittery blue stripe near the wrist.
Ah. I feel better now. Don't you?
