Another super duper night at my apartment, the BROOKLYN FRIENDSHIPS (TM) compound. ANOTHER, you ask? But JUST last night there was a lovely slumber party featuring super blogger Matt Sears! I know, right?!?!
Tonight it is GIRLS ONLY (plus Porter) super pals hang, where we wear matching grey leggings and Ugg boots, eat See's Easter candy sent from my parents in San Diego, and Sara tries to make me watch The Hills finale which I hiss and spit at. Also we devour a bag of Doritos Wild White Nachos and send texts to various pals such as Oren. But right now, there is a break in the action. For you see, Sara is on the phone long distance to her BF, and I am on the couch watching Flavor Of Love. Just this minute, New York's fake fur eyelash almost got blown off on a drunken Mexican boat ride. There were oiled, prominently displayed breasts and fist fights and cusses. It is too good to be true.
Oh, and then I saw this: