Today a bunch of us met up at Steve and Barry's Grand Opening. Much to my disappointment, it was a breeding ground for faux fashion (Amanda Bynes' Dear line is a horrific attempt at couture). I had high hopes for the Bitten line by SJP, and I still do- my verdict won't come until S&B have completely opened, models and all. The ground was dirty, the dressing rooms were stinky, t-shirts were .. well.. i'll just give you an example of one- "I'm a virgin, but this shirt is old." WTF? But Reggie had a grand old time, we ended up walking out with four boxes of basketball shoes, a wide variety of basketball shorts, and some sports under armor. Joy.
Today, we had some slip and slide fun at Stephanie's, and I got darker (yuck). Pictures for your entertainment;
SO everyone, guesss freekin what? I went in. I took the plunge. I indulged! Months of being scared shitless really paid off. 'Dorabelle' is now permanently on my ankle. Sistas fo life, nikka. Pitchas:


-DIZZA!

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