It’s Saturday night and I’m going out dammit. There’s a birthday party, and I’m there! My plan is to get the beast good and drunk and then leave him passed out on some corner on the Lower East Side, abandoned, stinking of booze, like the loser he is. Tee hee 😉
So I’m ready to bust out of my house and paint the town. With a rare hair salon blow-out, a pretty blue scarf that Janet brought me back from Italy, and a fragile, erratic emotional state, why not take some Photo Booth pics before I head out the door? Sounds logical, right? Snap, snap, snap.