this is how we do it

O.K., I had so much of the fun last weekend getting giggy with my bad guy homies, that I wet um. Now, if only the photographic evidence could be somehow repressed. Although, if someday I realize my dream and play the millennial equivalent of the role of Gabe Kotter's wisecracking spouse on what I'm sure is your favorite show for a couple of seasons and then fade into obscurity only to overdose on drugs after the police arrest me trying to freebase at, like, the millennial equivalent of Rick James's house or somebody's (the Thong Song guy, maybe?), then you all have some awesome shots you can sell to E! True Hollywood Stories of me with my dress over my head. And the voiceover will be talking about how I had hopes of embarking on a legitimate career... here she is just months before getting thrown out of her MFA program for being a drunken slut... the downward spiral had already begun...

Sincere thanks to everyone for all their hard work and planning, because I can tell you that I LOVE going to prom every year, and I love YOU GUYS, and I love also the cats and dogs that now have so much food and good care because you raised so much money and got so many donations. HOORAY FOR THE ROYAL HAWAIIANS!