Aw hell to insufficient funds, overdraft fees, and pizza binges.
My friend Katie said it best:
“Wells Fargo keeps calling me because I over drafted. What they don’t understand is I don’t care.”
The week was filled with foolishness and frivolousness.
Monday, I went zero to 100 real quick at the Drake concert.
The Young Money gods were on our side since our hour Uber was $0.00.
My friend Melissa and I bought last minute tickets and ended up sitting in the very, VERY back of the bowl.
Started from the bottom, now we here.
My chardonnay supply that I got from Trader Joe’s is now depleted since we celebrated my friend Natasha’s birthday on Saturday.
Actually the chardonnay is gone. I just went to check the fridge and all that’s left is a half bottle of Andre.
Lots of cupcakes and tequila which led us to the Wilshire for a dejavu to my days as club rat aka Lindsay Lisa.
I was a little tired and sunburned since I went to the beach and had the great moment of shocking my friends with my ability to surf.
Many still believe this photo is altered, but now I have witnesses who can attest to my coordination.
Just call me Ann Marie.
Sorry for my BRB, but Giggles is back.