  27 going on...13? it just so happens that today is my 27th birthday. to celebrate, i hung out with the boy and some friends last night, got ridiculously drunk, and spent approximately six hours of today puking (and actually had my first modern experience with projectile vomiting; my stomach DOES NOT like riptide rush gatorade after 16 glasses of wine, 8 cigarettes and 3 shots).
i hate hate hate to throw up, and i spend the whole time retching and sobbing. and now i have 800 broken capillaries on my face. i'm a looker! i did manage to pull my shit together around 4 p.m., in time to watch the wood memorial -- which, if anyone else saw tapit go from dead last to winning, had to be the most amazing show of heart i have ever seen in a horse.
then i ate some saltines, drank some sprite, took a shower, tied my hair into braids, and slapped on a newsboy hat...and i'm off to see a sneak preview of urlLink 13 going on 30 . laugh all you want, but i totally can't wait. jennifer garner is way hot. after the movie, hopefully my stomach will be well enough to have some cake, because really, what's the point of a birthday without cake?
plus, monday i start south beach, so i'm going to enjoy the sweets while i can. the poo out! 
