You see rainbows when I see rain, isn't that strange

   This entire post should probably be written in size smallest font because quite frankly Jenn Pesek and I's daily gchat/text/drivinghomestuckintraffic phone call marathons are some of the shambliest conversations ever heard. This will also be one of my shortest posts because it would be near impossible to give my @j_pesek testimony without giving away a bajillion inside jokes. How Teresa Giudice has a show and we don't is a question we frequently ask each other. Rihanna apparently found love in a hopeless place, while Jenn and I found friendship across the backyard of a hopeless fraternity event. And the rest is history. So here we are almost a year and a half later. Nail polish color decisions are a group effort. Mirror pics of outfits are a must. Random fratty cards I find and must send to Miss Priss in DC are a commonality. We are loyal like this is The Godfather and neither of us want to go fishing with Fredo. And Lord knows we put together some soundtrack worthy Spotify playlists. Which is why this Wordy Wednesday is dedicated to Aunt Srat, the woman who taught me to embrace dark nails and never be sorry. 

                                                                                           "I was good, she was hot stealin everything I got"

                                                                             Cause when you're done with this world, you know the next is up to you

                                                                                          
                                                                                      DADADADADADADA AFRO  DADADADADADAD CIRCUS