STACITA.

What a year will do.  Today, a year ago, I was on the verge of puking, crying, and running four miles a day. The bar was in the coming week and I was sort of ready but petrified.  I passed, and it's all good.

I also just saw a PJ show and Fucker for the first time. Weird. 

This weekend, I'm about to go to a wedding with my suitor.  I will look fabulous and have a great time, dance, drink and be merry.  Don't worry - I don't have marriage on the brain yet. But my wedding will be fucking fantastic.

It's amazing where a year will lead you. Or take you.

Good luck Class of 2007.  Work that shit.