The purpose of life is not to show up to the grave lookin' all pretty, but to drift in that bitch sideways...lookin' like hell...screamin' damn! what a ride :) Well, here goes....I'm 24 years old. I LOVE: eyeliner, dior, coach, gucci, prada, chanel, randomness at its finest, pedicures, facials, naps with the one you love, hammocks, sunsets, ocean breezes, MAC makeup (im totally addicted), my friends...especially my bestest Catie, Dawn, and Kerry, perfume, designers, jewelery, diamonds, pictures and moments that even kodak can't capture, knowing that you're only as strong as the drinks you mix the friends you lean on and the tables you dance on, mercedes benzs on dubs (ok, ok they 19's, but i keep em clean though, lol), trying to chase my dreams in stillettos, shopping, knowing that I worked at a tanning salon bc smart girls fake it, knowing that girls can do anything guys can do...only backwards and in high heels, and knowing that I can argue with you while driving, putting on eyeliner, in high heels during a hurricane :), perfume, palm trees, tanning beds, BP cards, Vandy bus rides to the operating room at 6am, boys, knowing that I'll bet I'll have ya sayin' ya love me, chloe, taza, beaches, Florida, water parks, amusement parks, *stars*, movies, knowing that you wouldn't understand if you stood under it, knowing that lust is when you love whats on the outside and love is when you lust for whats on the indside, cuddling, holding the one you love and being tangled in them when you wake up, waffles in the morning, pulp in my orange juice, surgery (I work at Vanderbilt, its what I do), friends, nights I'll never remember with the friends I'll never forget, waking up in paradise (not on an island, but in HIS arms), uncontrollable laughter, and the fact that people are going to talk shit about you no matter what....you might as well give them something to talk ABOUT.