Literally.
I don't know what to write besides writing that I am at a loss of words.
Yesterday I went dancing at a club for the very first time.... I was one of the rare few with real boobies. We live in a sad sad world people. Although I guess it's not a sad sad world because these girls provide me with endless entertainment. They truly crack me up. So thank you fake boobies and desperate girls of the world!
Although these might be funnier fake boobies. Something about these Asian dudes in this picture is just off.....
Also, I get my MCAT scores on Tuesday. Keep your fingers crossed for me... I don't want to take them again.
Also, I am not a fan of those little dinky feather things that are all the rage now. All these girls want to be cool and put them in their boringly straight hair so they can look hip and fun.
I refuse to cave in. The only feather I will put in my hair is the feather from a hawk or eagle I kill. period. Something big and bamf like that. But I love animals too much to actually kill one. So maybe just a feather from one that died of natural causes or simply shed the feather. I actually kind of want a pet falcon to be honest. That one State Farm insurance commercial really left me thinking....
Anyhow, my dog Pavlo wants me to play with him and his white polar bear. They are inseparable. He refuses to sleep without this stuffed animal that is the same size as him. And I am too much of a sucker to not give into him. Yes, I am one of those people who is obsessed with their pet. My mom always asks me why I don't become a veterinarian instead of a doctor... to which I inform her that if i was a vet I would end up with like 50 animals.
Anywho, good nighty night world. Bob and Anonymous are tired of typing. Off to go enjoy some mint tea and play with my doggie.
Cheerio ol' chaps.
