Bad Margaritas.

It's Friday, ya'll. Where is this time going? It's almost 2011.

Great observation, Kristina.

Last night I went out with my girls. I hope you all have friends like I do. They are the awesomist. :)  I can be my obnoxious silly self around them and not hold back one bit. Don't you hate feeling uncomfortable around people you can't be yourself with? I know I do. Eww-ness.  Luckily, I have solid friends who I consider family.

Bad Mexican food. And by bad...I mean incredibly sinful.  Bad Margaritas. And by bad...I mean sinfully, and ever so fabulously laced with 6 shots of tequila in each glass. I am convinced of this. You take like 2 or 3 sips of those bad boys and you already feel it. Ha. Oh my...

"Am I being loud?"

"Can those people over there hear the inappropriate conversation we are having right now about Bool Bool's and Ryan Reynolds and Channing Tatum?"

Probably. Who cares?! :)

I only hang out with attractive people. No, really.

I bet you are left wondering..."What does Bool Bool mean?"  Don't even bother Googling it.