Gone fishin’

By nopasanada | Published: July 17, 2008

“Yo bitches. Here I am in San Francisco. I don’t miss any of you but I know you miss me.

Love,

Heather”

- That note was dictated by Miss Leah as I sat on the floor of her guest bedroom trying not to toss myself out the window because YOU GUYS, I am so fucking stressed. Incomprehensibly thrilled no less, but stressed.

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4 Comments

  1. Moose
    Posted July 17, 2008 at 11:43 am | Permalink

    Don’t stress! Just drink! (I am a font of wisdom. Yes.)

  2. gorillabuns
    Posted July 17, 2008 at 4:10 pm | Permalink

    Sister, you will do great and look fabulous while doing so!

  3. Momo Fali
    Posted July 17, 2008 at 8:20 pm | Permalink

    This is why margaritas were invented. I’ll be sucking some down before my big charity speech in a couple of weeks…at 8:00 in the morning.

  4. Rhi
    Posted July 19, 2008 at 12:27 pm | Permalink

    You don’t miss me because we keep seeing each other. HA!

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