With all my doors locked up tight. I won’t be thinking about you, babbbbyy.
Okay it’s 9:31 pm. There are two and a half hours left of 2011 and I’m home. Third day in a row of pajamas and no make up. Do I love it? Yeah, a little bit. But I don’t love the pink eye and constant headache. I’m not complaining, yeah, I’m just saying.