to celebrate yet another year of not getting pregnant, shot, joining a gang and the slight drooping of my breasts, i am going to vegas and everyone is invited.
February 18-21 i am driving to las vegas with some friends and shacking up in a decent hotel, where i shall be giving myself champagne showers and jumping on beds until i throw up all of my birthday fun.
if you know me and feel like meeting up, get a hold of me and i’ll give you the rest of the information. if you don’t know me and still want to go, please don’t be offended when i greet you with my pepper spray. if you know me and can’t make it, well, i will be sure to think about you while my face is buried in some stripper’s fake cleavage.
cheers to aging, getting closer to thirty, at which age i am pretty sure that my life will officially be over. unless i produce children before then. on accident.
hey now wifey.. i’m closer to 30 than YOU are!! you’ve got plenty of time.. i’ve only got less than 2 years! i’ll be 29! YIKES! i love you. i wish i could make it to your party! (PARTY?!?!) hahaha i miss u.