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Malina and I were classy bitches last night. Sipping champagne. It was very high class.
Except before that, at Liz's birthday dinner, we were peasents. word. peasents in seven jeans. can you imagine?
john ritter was a god. but not only that, there's no one i can legitamently call "Jay money" anymore. shit mother.
PS. I developed my very first proof sheet and negatives. Some are real hot. I need to reshoot my roll of my hobby, though. Shiz-ucks.
Except before that, at Liz's birthday dinner, we were peasents. word. peasents in seven jeans. can you imagine?
john ritter was a god. but not only that, there's no one i can legitamently call "Jay money" anymore. shit mother.
PS. I developed my very first proof sheet and negatives. Some are real hot. I need to reshoot my roll of my hobby, though. Shiz-ucks.