Farewell, 22

It's my birthday today. I'm 23. That's some crazy shit.

Upon my last breakup (OK, fine, ONLY breakup - where I will not be revealing my age, because that'd be embarrassing), I said that I would not probably date someone again until I was 23. So far, I have been correct. I now have 12 months to figure out whether or not I am psychic. Fingers crossed, for multiple reasons.

Bowie + Motown x Alcohol = Best. Night. Ever.

Ohhh the joys of Motown. And Bowie. And alcohol. They're such a great combination!

My friends and I partied it up last night and it was wild! Well, I think. I have personally never slapped so many stranger's asses in my life. What can I say? I love touching people's asses when I get drunk.

And before I forget, the one and only Christina Hyland did my hair and makeup. It was a masterpiece!

 

 

 Best picture of the night goes to Emma, who got her thumb stuck in a bottle and we all hurried to get a picture of it. It was hilarious!