Hi, I'm a 23 year old Long Island lady whose living her second life in Philly, home of squished pretzels and 'brotherly' love. I'm going to school for Physical Therapy and known to geek over anything anatomy or adaptive sports. You’ll find me either stopping to pick flowers for my hair or living waist deep in my studies. My favorites are fruit, artsy things, wearing aprons and sprawling down on the ground instead of actual chairs.
This is my place of inspirations, thoughts, and daily occurences. Enjoy.
Not all that told me they were definitely coming came..?So it was a smaller gathering of friends, but I need to stop getting disappointed with myself about that
I currently have about 15 slime shots (and other alcohol bottles I’d like to give back to my guests) that I honestly had a hard time just looking at today.
One of my hometown friends (who I haven’t seen in ages) appeared at the bar and saw me as a mess.Crap.
Good Things: I borrowed some nice, serious speakers!, everyone danced to the Macarena before leaving, there was a Carlton dance off, one apt. mate cleaned some dishes this morning for me because she “knows the smell of alcohol after a hangover” is horrible, my friends took care of me (aka: my keds were adorably lined up at my door, I wore a robe to bed)
Not so Good Things: The bar didn’t have Cotton Eyed Joe and I got too drunk (my hangover just ended at 4pm today)