Dear weekend, You were so good to me. Thanks for the two-steppin, the late night talking and reconciliation with an old friend, the birthday lunch and pineapple pizza, the time with some of my favorite favorite people. Let's meet again?
Dear friends/boys of the world, So something happened this weekend, and I ended up slapping a boy. Twice. Yikes. But if you spend a half hour talking to me about my boyfriend and still think it's ok to try to kiss me? Yeah... I'm gonna think it's ok to slap you.
Dear Sinead, Thank you for the bloggy award! Since I did a post about one recently, I'm not going to do the whole thing. However, I loved your questions and thought I'd answer a couple :)
How would you react to a Zombie Apocalypse? I would curl up in a ball and cry and wait for someone to save me and end up being zombie noms. Alternatively, I would have a panic attack and end up being zombie noms. The only situation in which I survive is someone coming to save me.
What is you favourite Perfume? I wear a cheapo Adidas scent. It's 8bucks at walmart and pink and called "fruity" (as opposed to "floral").
What era would you have loved to live in? Roaring twenties, no doubt. Except, you know, that they were followed by the Great Depression.
Happy Monday friends! Was your weekend as good to you as mine was to me?