Your Nails On Crack

Iggy comes back right before my birthday and my vow to not drink until Dec. 25th (with the exception of my birthday) is broken. Two bottles of wine, a shit load of nail polish, chain smoking on the porch during deep conversation and passing out to 500 Days of Summer on repeat, this is what you wake up with.

Next: we’re going to play white girl/black girl Hamilton. Neon hair extensions, leopard print velour track suits, and Club 77. I’m serious.