Gone fishin’
July 17, 2008 | Filed under: Humdrum
“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.
Posted by nopasanada @ 10:44 am
Moose says:
Don’t stress! Just drink! (I am a font of wisdom. Yes.)
gorillabuns says:
Sister, you will do great and look fabulous while doing so!
Momo Fali says:
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.
Rhi says:
You don’t miss me because we keep seeing each other. HA!