smart single women taking charge of our own lives fest
friday:
something unmentionable, armed with an exact-o-knife and mace...almost dying.
denny's...almost dying.
myspace stalking
talking about the same shit we always do no matter where we are.
saturday:
inner lip tattoos--four hour wait, wawa, cat cuddle puddle, our new bffs who danced to b.e.t. and got chinese food
dinner with marcus and sam at rosa's
15 minute nap
z2 and fielden's with adam and jerry
threats from a random crackhead in a car...almost dying.
"that's not funny, asshole!"
sunday:
7/11 on my front porch
^bitch we kill you
^hurray!
^where did bff's boobs go?
^cuddle puddle!
