Dear Becca,
I assume you tried to contact me at least once three days ago considering most best friend/sisters call on birthdays (especially the big one eight), but as you may have realized I am on my way to being almost completely incontactable...(thats not even a word,,,,oh well). My phone is disabled at the moment, so I am afraid I must speak to you through Dear Becca! I'm very sorry for the inconvenience.
I think its a GREAT idea to respond to our posts through posts, because every time I try to comment on your blog, nothing ever appears soooooo.....yeah.
Girl your spring break looks poppinnnnnn! You look just like P-diddy. That is both sarcasm and truth 1.sarcasm because you are as white as my coffee has to be in order for me to drink it without wincing and 2. truth because you are surrounded by some serious babesss!
I'm allowed to be thoroughly jealous I think. I'm glad y'all got to rock some skin!
I may have to call you on my home line like I'm Zach from Saved by the Bell. Seriously, without a cell phone I belong in the early 90's at leasssttt. I have got a lot to share with you that would just take up to much space on a blog, and you don't wanna face that kinda novel (I know your reading habits and I'm not about to force text down your eyeballs).
If you keep up with Catie's blog you can see what my birthday was like! She took lots of pictures of the evening. Luckily she wasn't there to document the after party, when Caleb took me and Bontron to see Red Riding Hood...(dumbest movie on earth) then smoke a cigarillo to celebrate my ability to "baccy" buy. I gave my dad the list of things I can do now that I am legal, and we realized how terrible my life could become! I can smoke, go clubbing, get married without his consent, runaway from home if I leave a note, gamble, and go to real jail. Oh adulthood...
Here is the full album from my birthday in case you haven't stalked it already!
Annie's 18th Birthday
Love you Bec Dec
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