Last Sunday Nite…
This is the gf posse.
This is the gf posse of my bf’s posse.
Yea. There are only three of us.
Elaine was happily snapping away with her new digicam.
I was eyeing the alcohol.
And Jenny was forcing everyone to drink…. shots. After shot. After shot.
Guys were actually running away from her. *those pussies*
And Zaidi’s line remains in my head, ‘Oh my god. She’s Satan.”
i have to go have lunch and bond with Jessica now. Ciao! yay i can eat again.
