Rebecca Black has inspired me; I have been sing-talking my every move for the past two days. "Getting up, feel like ass; shouldn't have drank, just smoke grass. Wake up next to my big black friend; her weave is jacked; she'll never get a man." People have been so supportive with my new creative outlet. "I swear to god if you sing-talk one more fucking time, I will take this fork and jab it in your goddamn eye." The people love me.
I'm terrorizing Charleston, SC tomorrow and Friday. I decided to try a tame, classy spring break destination, but I'll most likely end up passed out in a ditch with my panties showing and used condom stuck to my forehead. Shit happens.