On my way home

I'm on my way home for the day. I wore the most wrinkly pants in my closet today. Not on purpose. Well yes on purpose but with the intention that they would dewrinkle over the day. They didn't. I am so ashamed.

Friday night was a disaster. I got way too intoxicated and ended the night by hurling out of the passenger door of my new car into a blockbuster parking lot in front of someone I had just met and the boy I've been wanting to hook up with. Nice!

Good news! The UPS man just brought me my quarterly delivery of Arthur Earl wine from the Arthur Earl wine club. Score!
-Chel