I will try anything, but some things I know my body COULD NOT HANDLE. I can't even handle rum in a mixed drink. Why am I such a weakling? My friends mercilessly mock me for being "frag-ILE" and tragically, it's kind of true. I don't want to victimize myself or say that I'm a damsel in distress because I'm absolutely NOT. If I'm perceived that way, that's highly fallacious. I mean think what you want but that's crazy talk! Anyway, I'd never do hardcore drugs because frankly, I don't want to be in a body bag anytime soon, although my funeral is planned right down to the Gaga/Cheryl Cole playlist, the rainbow streamers everywhere, and the drag queens lip synching the Jersey Shore theme song. So if I'm going to be tossed in a coffin anytime soon, at least I'll be prepared.
Anyway, I want to do the craziest shit in my life. The craziest shit possible. Just as long as I don't harm anyone, then I am more than game! I want to jump on every opportunity possible that comes up and go for eVeRyThInG! Yes, that sounds exceptionally cheesy but I don't give a shit! It's true!
If you don't try bitches, then how will you know???? You won't know. The silver lining of doing crazy shit is: the fabulous anecdootes you get out of it. That's all I really want. And of course, the experiences. You can say "I did that! What on EARTH is wrong with me?!?!" And your friends will say, "Oh, lots of things. Too many things to name." I want to have a night where I couldn't possibly be any louder, could not dance any more, be on furniture that is so high up it touches the sky, have people stare and laugh at me. Or with me. Call me an attention whore, but that's just how I'm wired.
<===How hot is this? Makin' vodka sexay! It's like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz gone bad! Good girl gone bad! Like Rihanna.
P.S. I want a red jumpsuit like that, with the heels! How hot would that be? Maybe for Halloween next year I can be a go go dancer. Or put that Bam Bam costume to good use finally!
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