I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor

I would feel a lot better about busting my ass looking for the perfect shoes to match my prom dress if I wasn't so sure that prom was going to be stunningly lame. I'm sure that this's a conspiracy between my two X chromosomes to keep me scouring the corners of the earth until I find them. I should start looking under rocks.

The Wild and Wonderful World of Blogging

I am Tess and I now officially contribute to the b l o g s p h e r e. I'm sorry.

Journals are good for me to keep because otherwise all my ridiculous thoughts build up in my head like a swelling zit, which is a simile I'd rather not conclude for several reasons. A blog is a step up because I feel like someone is paying attention to my oozing, which I guess is kind of like extra-strength acne medication.

Proactiv for the soul. Whatever.

Let's see how long I stick to this. I suggest someone starts a bet.