HALLELUJAH! sorta.

I begged and pleaded and cried but my parents wouldn't agree to let me come home. So I get to move in with Hayley. YAY! I snuck home, left a note explaining myself, and got all of my furniture and clothes and my 3 plastic BFFs, AmEx, Visa and Mastercard. So now I have a giant bedroom in Hayley's manse with a private sea-themed bedroom with a shower that has mango, citrus, mint and lavender infusions in the water (not all at once, that would smell nasty). I have a Swedish foam mattress, 2 closets, *one for shoes, one for clothes* a wardrobe for jackets, hats, scarves, and gloves, a vanity with lights around the mirror, the entire Sephora, Hard Candy, and Urban Decay cosmetics collections, and Baby has her own little room that's Ralph Lauren hunting lodge themed. And the heat works!! But it's in Las Vegas, so it gets cold there, not like LA. And we have a mansion in the Bahamas. Going to lounge by to indoor pool and play some 8-ball. Laytah.