Katy Perry has been stuck in my head all day.
I can’t help it.
Go ahead and judge me if you must, but it’s really not my fault that during my 45 min-1 hour long drive to and from work every day I hear her songs a minimum of 256 times.
So my post title is a shout out for the simple fact that I can’t rid myself of the phrase.
As for this girl’s Friday night, there’s much to be done.
First of all, I get to celebrate this girl‘s birthday tonight:
And then tomorrow, I get to hang out with this girl.
I haven’t seen Holly since Amy and I drove up to Wisconsin last winter and she forced us to trek out onto the frozen lake with her.
Let’s see what sort of moderately questionable activities I can force her to do this weekend!
Also, Chicago: be warned. I plan on scratching this into at least 4 different wooden surfaces this weekend:
Even if those four wooden surfaces turn out to be my desk, my dining room table, my dresser and my nutcracker.
I don’t think I could fit the whole phrase on the nutcracker.
Although it would be sweetly appropriate. NUTcracker? BALLS 4 life?
So much blogger love, so little time.