So my drink rendezvous went well yesterday. I wore a pair of ginormous heels, and had two drinks. Walking home, all I could think was, if I fall and rip my kneecaps out and I am never be able to walk again…it will be embarrassing. Happy Hour might become addicting- I’ll have to be wary of that.
I went to a Giants game today. Baseball is completely boring; I really don’t see the allure. Although, the SF stadium is amazing, it looks right out on the bay, so the view is almost reason enough to sit there and pay $5.50 for a diet coke (coke being my reason for living). I wonder if pregnant women should not be allowed to drink diet soda, just like the prohibition against alcohol. Diet soda has got to be 100x worse than a glass of wine here and there, for the fetus head baby of course.
What do you do if you’re a woman, and you have a fuzzy face? (I’m not talking about myself, I promise, kinda. No really, it’s not me). But seriously, if your face is just fuzzy all over, it makes you look a little manly, but snuggly all at the same time.
I’m finally moving into my apartment tomorrow, so you are officially invited.
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