1 note February 11, 2012 Beards, Latinas, and Vegas Shane:We need to hang out more Me:I know we need to hang out but I saw on Facebook you shaved your beard off so I'm waiting until it grows back. I'm kind of weird about change and have a hard time getting used to stuff. Me:My mom got a perm when I was 6, and I cried. A lot. Shane:I knew it. I didn't know you dug the beard so much. Me:I mean, it's a pretty fantastic beard. If it wasn't so taboo for girls to have facial hair, I'd embrace my Latina roots way more than I do Shane:You're one of my favorite Latinas Me:SHUT UP! I'm one of my favorite Latinas too! Shane, we have so much in common, it's eerie. (You couldn't hear it, but in my head I rolled the 'R' in eerie) Shane:We do, fuck it, let's go to Vegas and make mistakes Me:Done and done. I've been making mistakes NOT in Vegas my whole life, so bringing my fuck ups to a new city doesn't scare me. Me:"What happens in Vegas, happens everywhere else too, just with less Elvis impersonators" Shane:You really are a dream woman