I have so many terribly urgent things I should be doing right now. But I'm not. I think blogging is good for my mental health. Plus...this might be my last blog in quite some time!

It has just come to my attention that Dad's been reading this bad boy. Ain't nothin' wrong with that.

So, readers, those things I said about kissing boys and more since the breakup? Lies, all lies. I didn't even know there was more. That's dirty slang I picked up on the mean streets of Burnsville. Phew, thank goodness I'm getting out of the cities. Do people really do more? I don't. Nope. Not me.

Now, a little group photo from last night....good, wholesome fun at Rob's house. Our clothes stayed on the whole time. We drank milk. Nobody smoked anything. And the hands on my boobs? They're mine. Damn bra needed some help staying on.