Nov 17, 2005 02:47
Yesterday night, alone in my bed, I wept for all the turkeys that will be brutally slaughtered in the coming months.
[Right now Rockett's asleep ontop of my feet, and I could stay like this forever.]
This weekend promises to be interesting something fierce; all expense paid shopping at Lenox, dancing at Vision Nightclub with Christine (Happy Early Birthday Bitch), and then some... It's grand.
What to wear...what to wear.