Welcome All to Hot Mess In A Dress

Hi. I'm Theresa.

So a few weeks ago a friend mine and I had a convo like this.

Friend: You're so funny, and all the crazy crap that you do should be documented for the rest of the world.

Me: O jeez, I mean I'm trying to grow up, and be a lame North Face wearing, Tax abiding Citizen...Who on weekends reads books, and snuggles by the fire, and makes pinterest to do lists

Friend: You should totally start a blog with all the funny things that happen to you.....Like the time you got so drunk at 15 your sister was in, and you thought that the Choreographer was Michael Jackson. Then you proceeded to drunkenly rap, do the cotton eyed Joe, and throw up on your roomates lap...Followed by you falling in the shower knocking the shower curtain down with your roomate and his girlfriend in the shower trying to rid themselves of your throw up.  Then cry that they throw away your expensive strands of pearls that were laced with loads of throw up.


Me: uggh.....In my defense I really thought I saw Michael Jackson, and it's not my fault they had an open bar, and I hadn't eaten all day. Hey what are roomates for anyways?

Friend: " You're ridiculous"

Me: Fine. I'll try it out. But I'm not savvy or like those blogger types that have internet personas, and in real life they're creepers...So I dunno how this shit is gonna all pan out.

Welcome to wakiness.

I won't apologize in advance, as I don't do apologies.


-T