I'm pretty sure she's abandoned this blog. Or well, is awfully close to. 

Am doing you a favor, D. 

So I turned 21 two weeks back and it was a blast. 

This is me, a few hours into turning 21. Surprisingly, and I kid you not, this was before any alcohol was consumed. (Which saw me jumping over the sofa and running towards the drop dead gorgeous toilet and my friends running behind me with plastic bags going "Don't puke in the toilet please don't.") But I lived to tell my story, I didn't puke. I don't know which is worse the other version, which is the shots of whiskey got to my gut, or the fact that I honestly wasn't puking. I was just choking on the strawberry I ate to get rid off the taste of the Johnnie Walker. This is the proper caption: This is me and D taking a picture in the toilet, hours before my eventual choking on a strawberry. 

We also went to the zoo. But me and D weren't talking cause we were having this cold war going on. It was fun though. And she looked extra nice that day. But it's always like that right. Oh we're not talking okay I'm gonna look a-mazing today and you're gonna be like.. Why are we fighting. But yes, I never told you that so I'm telling you now, you looked great that day. 

Then we decided to pose with statues cause hey, we didn't come here to see animals we came here to pose with anything (and I mean anything, oh look Fern!) And it was sad cause Nandy forgot her pants. :/ And it was awkward for awhile I mean what can you do when you leave your pants at home right? But that's okay she was smart enough to divert our attention away by displaying her OPI shatter nails. Fascinating. (Don't kill me Nandy <3)