My parents went to a concert last night. Yes, they went and I didn't. They saw a guy named Michael Bublé. He's extremely handsome and gay. I told my mom I wanted to be his hag and my dad keeled over laughing. First it was because he didn't know what a hag was, then he kept laughing once he found out. The shirts I got him for father's day were too small, so I need to exchange them. While I'm there, I'll probably end up stopping at the Gap again and getting another pair of my favorite pants in the entire world and a few shirts. I've been updating my wardrobe for the past few months. Once I get my summer shit bought, all will be well. I have fall/winter and spring/summer work clothes, then fall/winter/spring/summer normal stuff. I think it's just my excuse to shop more.

I bought myself one of those italian charm bracelets. I like them because they're flat and they don't get in the way when I write. So far I have a British flag, and Irish flag, a music note, a daisy and a breast cancer awareness ribbon. Gunna search a bit more for some odd ones.

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