I don't feel right in my skin today.
Shake it off Sarah, Shake it off.
I just remembered this from saturday.
I'm laying on my bed. The sun beaming in from the windows has forced the blankets down around my legs. I can hear a faint knocking on the door. I roll over and wipe the hair from my face and look at my clock. 7 34. " What the fuck" I say to myself as I make my way out of my room. They knock again. "Hello!!" I scream at my family, "Someone answer the god damn door". I halfway down the stairs and the doorbell rings. "I'M COMING" I yell at the top of my lungs. I make my way to the front door in my twisted rubber duck pj's and t-shirt swearing under my breath. I open the door angrily and there are like 50 people standing on my doorstep and on my yard. My old best friend Megan, Poppy, Brian, my brother and sister, old friends that moved away in elementry school, Jeff , well most of the ex-boyfriends, my mom and dad, cousins and family.
Alright, wow, i can't believe how hard it is to type while drunk. Expecially when you don't look at the keys. So yeah. I wish I could tell everyone everything that happened last night cause it was crazy as hell. Warm weather allows girls in skanky clothing to kick stuff all the way home. I walked up the the queen street meat market sign, gave it a big kick and a huge 3rd old cheese sign fell off it. So carolyn grabbed it and we trucked down the street an then gave it to the midnight worker at tim hortons to hold on to it for us.
So last year, right, 'm working at zellers and hteres this guy in toys right. And he's like somehow my dream man. He'slike hot and he's in toys.