I used to have this badass tank top from old navy. Cream wife-beater style with pale green lettering that said “Kiss and Tel Aviv” it was my favorite. I wore it during fencing practices, summer days doing absolutely nothing, doctors visits, every place I could get away with it. I don’t know where the fuck it went, but I wish I could find it and wear the shit out of it.
I just played the Hannah Montana DVD game with my roommate, even though she’s only seen two seasons. She is patient and awesome. I learned all the dances they tried to teach me. I guess I’m too old and break the learning curve.
I really wish I had something better to say than I started this because my roommate went out and I was bored as shit. I’m gonna look back on this and whine that it was a craptacular first blog.
And the URL? I have a Fight Club poster on my wall, and I was thinking about what it would be like if Disney Princesses had a Fight Club. My money is on Snow White. That high collar looks so restrictive.