That is right. You read correctly. I’m so childish and immature as to consider my birth worthy of a week of celebration. Well, you know what? I pretty much rule. Sure, there are times I totally suck, but I love my life, I love my brain, I love my friends, and I love how much better things get the older I get, so why not prolong celebration of that?
Just a week? Sheesh, not long enough in my book.
My birthday was actually last week, but the week succeeding my birthday was (with the exception of Friday the 13th–which you will know from the photos) pretty much brill.
After marching me into the Apple Store at the mall on the day of my birthday, and 2 failed attempts at procuring an iPhone 4 in White… due to the inability of the Apple Store to port my San Diego phone # with a Detroit billing zip code, we finally got my white beauty, which I named Virgo (we name our gadgets & technologies in the house of Lu–yes, we’re nerds) on Tuesday. I pretty much went iPhone photo crazy this week.
Insta-gram picture for my friend Jenni Rem of Absent Minded
Skype Date w/ BFF Lily of Bleed For Fashion
Leggings as pants with a crop top done right. If worn properly, you won’t look like a douchey asshole and show everyone what your muffin top looks like. Don’t be a muffin-toppy jerk, yo. Cover that shit. This is how you do it. No matter how hot you are, we don’t want to see your camel toe/moose knuckle or your muffin top. Trust.
We sang and danced with Bear in the Office, but that’s tomorrow.
All in all, a good week!