But sometimes you just need a weekend filled with girl talk and karaoke and good beer and too much wine and car bombs were a bad choice and so was that glass of whiskey and cramming into bathroom stalls together and music and family and girlie movies and baking cake at 3 a.m. and did we really put that decapitated doll head in the refrigerator and your best friend because sometimes nothing else will do.
And then you wake up the next day and your body is all DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN but you're already counting down the days until you can.

1 comment:
aww, there is something about baking late at night with close friends that makes everything seem warm and fuzzy.
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