Hello, my name is Meghan, and I'm addicted to Blogger.

OH MY GAWDD I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY.

First off, if I haven't personally been redundant directly to your face, let me be redundant here: I quit my blog a tiny while ago because I hit rock bottom, so to speak, and posted something about self-mutulation which went way beyond any sort of self-respect boundaries I ever pretended to have. On top of that I was on a roll, shittyblog speaking, and I needed to seek blog rehab. Turns out the first step in such is to temporarily delete your blog. Which by the way, is what is so awesome about Blogger---you can literally "Undelete Your Blog." Fantastic stuff. MOOOOOOOOOOOVING ON.

Well, it's great to be back. I had an excellent time in rehab in California. Just kidding it wasn't excellent. Just kidding it was.

All kiddings aside it sucked because my family annoys me to the point of utter insanity so it was hard to rehabilitate myself among them. When I say "Utter Insanity" I fucking mean it (which btw, Liz, saw your post where you tried to imitate my blogger-style of swearing-shitloads and I thought it was amazing, but the comments didn't work so I gave up.) Insanity means pulling your hair out strand by strand while simultaneously rubbing a temple (not a euphemism) and rocking back in forth, right? It was hell being with my family for so long, but California was awesome. Just like I had seen on the Internet, and how I'd imagined watching The O.C. and how I'd pictured myself there. Honestly, I'm having huge withdrawal symptoms. I was actually crying before I sat down to blog (and consequently pulled my shit together, seeing as it was the first one since post-rehab.) It's a beautiful state, and Daniel Tosh wasn't kidding when he said you had to be rich to live there. That's why it's currently my life goal (and my motivation for determined living) to become rich enough to prosper in that country of its own.

If Japan taught me anything, it's that I cannot take a good picture, especially while on vacation. Turns out, California was exactly the kind of pill-o-plenty that turned my Grossness around--let me tell you, I took some hot pictures. I looked exactly like a Californian, if I do say so myself.
Which brings me to my next point. My family, being fucking idiots that I despise, acted like tourists while there, which pissed me off. First of all, it's California, not the Colloseum. Just nevermind...ehh...pissing me off just thinking about it...UGH. ANYWAY, they looked stupid and annoying and I looked awesome. Pictures to come.


Ok, I realize these are MOST DEFINITELY NOT the "hot pictures" I spoke of, but they're the only ones I can conjure up as of now.

<---Yes, I cut Molly out of this one, but that's only because I HATE HER.



(note to self: throw away whatever godforsaken bra i was wearing in this photo.)

not even close to cute. better ones to come, she promises to herself.