Thursday, August 25, 2005

The Last Supper

alone in LA, that is.
my little sister gets here tomorrow afternoon. for good. to seek her fortune in the (groan, clasp hands in futile hope) modeling profession.
I CAN'T WAIT.

we will drink wine and play in the waves and smoke weed and giggle like schoolgirls and bake cookies and take over hollywood.
whoo hoo!

GOOFINESS DISCLAIMER:
in pre-celebratory excess i have been sipping cabrenet - does it still count as supper if minus the bread? - and painting my toenails. with my roommate who now sports golden cuticles. (i don't think it's his color, and mine look like a 5 year old did them. i'm working on the girl thing, but i'm kinda bad at it)