Wrinkley nose, blankey, no make up, roots.

baby.

Haven’t showered. Old makeup. Zit between the eyes. Cut up shirt. Still in bed.

And I’m pickin’ my nose.

I guess Peter’s phone doesn’t have a flash?

Cheers to Mike! Happy birthday!!

Eat your hearts out, boys and girls.

green eyes.

My boob only looks huge because of how I’m leaning. Bummer.

There’s live music happening at the Hyatt across the street, so I opened my windows and am enjoying one of the perks of living in the most wonderful city in the world!

Tonight my parents are coming to the city and we’re gonna go have drinks to celebrate my sister’s months of studying for the GRE. She’s taking it right now. It’s a 5 or 6 hour test, and she can’t even pee! Finishing that doozy calls for celebration if you ask me.

…goodnight? I guess that’s what this means.

Its off to the races. Or just Debonair.

This is how my mind feels right now.