doll i need to see you pull your knee socks up

bachelorette parties are always fun. especially when you get to dress up in sexy costumes. as you can see, i was a sexy school girl -- typical, i know. besides hardly being able to be call friends with the bribe to be, having liquor that no one took advantage of, seeing not one--but two horrible strippers attempt to be sexy and fail miserably, constantly pulling my knee socks up because i have no thighs and i didn't have a garter belt until the end of the night, and redoing my left pony tail more times than i can count because it kept getting loose.... the night was pretty great. the whole sexy costumes was a great idea because it gave everyone an ego boost, and by everyone i mean me (i don't know how the others felt really). it made me feel really sexy and confident.... and a little bit slutty. me and steph, we put the "whore" in horrible. all night we made many lesbian references, which hasn't happened in quite some time. i didn't realize how much i missed the "wild legendary". oh gag, i just remembered who originated that saying. which reminds me... i called baby austen "stains" today---which i've always refused to do---but for good reason. he actually did have poop stains on his bottom, poor baby.