An intimate gathering of friends...
So there I was, having a nice dinner with some of my favorite lady-friends:
jKlein, Caitlin, Peggy, Crystal, Sarah Leeper, and of course Kittens.
All of a sudden I had this strange sensation wash over me. I glanced suspiciously at my sparkling-grape-juice filled champagne glass just before I collapsed.
I am dead.
Where the f*** am I?
only one thing to say to all this murder talk:
I DIDN"T DO IT I SWEAR!
not that i was a suspect or anything..
and what is with the empty chair?