Tuesday Smuesday

You know when it's Tuesday and you feel like the Universe has already effed you so hard that you think you are a pledge at Kappa Sucka Tao - and you had a party and you were the pledge who fell asleep first so one of your eyebrows was shaved off, you have a sharpee penis on your face near your mouth and you woke up in a strange place on a strange couch next to a pasta pot- and all you can think to do to make yourself feel better is drink copius amounts of wine annnnnnd watch reruns of Real Housewives of New Jersey (thank you JESUS)  What is my point?  I promise you a blog about my Girls'  Weekend some other day.

seeyoulaterbyebyeciao!