As far as judgement day goes...we weren't sure what that meant? Like, the final judgement day? Good thing that didn't happen! Because I might've had some...negative thoughts towards some people. And I might've judged them...but only a little. Or a lot. Back story? Don't mind if I do.
I was just chillin out at the JAZZ GAME with the fam and my BFF Bailey :) We were having a grand old time, eating ice cream, creepin on people and occasionally watching basketball, when I reached down to get something out of my purse, that just happened to be covered in BEER. Holler. The idiots behind us (how is it that I always get stuck by loud drunk people?) spilled their beer and didn't even say anything. I mean, how hard is it to lean up to the person in front of you and say "Hey. I spilled my beer. And it's now covering your cute purple bag and your awesome red TOMS. Just thought you'd like to know." Apparently it's real difficult. So. I judged them. Micaille, I'm sorry I went against our motto. It's just hard to love someone who spilled their crap on my stuff. I'll try to forgive them...maybe.