In high school, much like with young first-time brides, I was too obsessed with perfection and being pretty princess. I had the ballgown, the perfect updo, everything except a date. This time, a prom themed concert featuring several different bands (Dead Sarah ROCKS!!) I decided to do what I wanted, not what was "perfect". This time I had a date, this time I wore the raunchy sex-pot dress I had always wanted to wear with the f*** me pumps and the messy sex hair and CHECK. OUT. THOSE. GAMS. finally, yes, cross one off the bucket list
