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May 02, 2006
Mmm...Package...
The Postmaster just brought me a big brown envelope of trouble straight from Brooklyn Heights...and by trouble, I mean snapshots of many years of debauchery and dastardly derring-do. Most of them involving me, Jenny and cocktail attire. You know how we bicches roll.
Oh the memories, oh the hangovers...
Click below for a random selection, and I'll probably post the rest to Flickr once I get another cup of coffee in me.
My besties are aces, man. ACES.
Oh happy days. I don't remember why, exactly, but Mike - you're a dead man. That much is clear.
Take it from the girl in the half Cleveland.
Because shorts over long johns is always the sartorially correct choice.
Posted by Bree at May 2, 2006 08:59 AM
Comments
i like, know, right!? who knew leggings would make a comeback. wicked.
Posted by: heather at May 4, 2006 12:15 PM