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Wow... in just a week my journey to becoming a top stylist begins.

I'm totally infatuated with that new show on Bravo called "Blow Out" because salon drama is hilarious and I can't wait until I'm saturated in it.

That's right. I said SATURATED.

It's too quiet in here. My scalp is crawling. I have a headache. It's sort of hot.

I really should be out drinking. All of those things would still be happening (maybe minus the quiet) but I wouldn't even notice it.




Can someone tell me what the hell a lucha is?

I am stuck in Sarasota!!!!!

STUPID CAR!

I seriously just want to go to sleep. It's 4:24 a.m. and I can't fucking sleep.

God dammit.

Okay, South Florida needs to GET MORE AWESOME. Seriously.

There's only so much partying you can do in Ybor.

DUUUUUUUUDE

I only walked 2 miles tonight but it felt like TWO MILLION. Fuckin' hills.

In a few days I will say GOODBYE to north florida and get back to the flat-ness of south florida.

This is the end of an era.

There are a bunch of drunk people on my stoop right now.

What the fuck.

Seriously.



DEATH.

For your sake I hope heaven and hell are really there, but I wouldn't hold my breath.