I spent most of the morning bending over and punching leaf samples from 2,000 baby corn plants to do small scale DNA preps on them. I am sun-addled and dirty. And totally mind-fried. In addition to this, I ran a gel (which was fantabulous---if one can apply that word to science), had a voice lesson, practiced with Rachel, texted Craig about 4 times, and picked out the rest of my literature.
I am getting ready to have some much needed chicken sustenance and play some croquet with the girls. And by the girls, I mean, Trevor, Fallon, Robyn, Kristin, and Lane.
I dread the first day of summer. June 21. It will be my last day of being a teenager. Single tear.
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Turning 20 is not the end of the world. But if so inclined, you are welcome to drown your sorrows in an endless pink-stemmed margarita glass filled to the brim with alcohol and bitchiness. Name the place and time my fav 'mo.
You make me laugh till my insides hurt and my waning sense of self-respect diminishes. When do you want to go running you fuckin' freak? I am still waiting on that one. Sheesh.
Hey, I was intrigued by your allusion to the MJ headline: "Enchanted by own innocence, Michael Jackson molests himself." Where the fuck do those people come up with shit like that? All I know is that I want to get drunked up on your B-day you nasty skanq! (And no I am not going to James house...long story)
Sometimes I wonder if you are my twin. My twin that is much smarter and cooler. And also doesn't look anything like me. Hmm. Maybe I'm drunk. (Maybe I am, and maybe I am)
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I am a bounty hunter on the side. That means, not really at all. And you will never see me in a mullet...however, gold-mesh daisy-dukes, oversized fendi sunglasses and a skin-tight lime-green wifebeater is very possible...
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