Well I suppose that wasn’t the worst Reading Week…

My ankle is destroyed after a tumble down the stairs and my knees are bruised after a fall I had during an attempt to dance on a platform. I have no voice after a karaoke disaster and and a few consecutive nights of yelling. I lost my health card, I defiled my boots, I did no homework, I’m pretty sure I clipped a few years of my life expectancy, and I left my dignity all over the bathroom floor at an East Side Mario’s in Vaughn.

Still,
I got to see all of my best friends, I got my MOH dress for my sister’s wedding, I went on two successful dates with a nice young man, I tried moonshine for the first time, I finished a new script and wrote a couple of songs, Meryl Streep won another Oscar… Not bad.

I deem this Reading Week a success.

Can men and women be just friends?

YES. I am a woman, my very best friend is a man. No, he is not gay. No, I am not a lesbian. No, we do not have sex. And guess what? It’s not an anomaly!

At least half of the people on the list of those I consider to be good friends are male.

Men and women can be good friends, and I’m so sick of hearing otherwise.

This concert. Best. Ever.

(Source: everdeenprim)

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Yes, yes, life’s all a big party until somebody needs your kidney.