Saturday Becky and I went to a Pagan Festival at Battery Park, where there was an extensive collection of fake bags and Chanel sunglasses. Before chatting with some Pagans, we watched a sweet sweet breakdancing show and saw Michael Jackson when he was still black. Also, Battery Park is on the ocean and it smells like delicious salty seawater.
Spectators were told to guard their children
PAGANS
Random girl
Sad?
Happy!
Frozen tof
Maggie handling the paparazzi
Today Kait, Marlee and I were sitting around, talking about people who went to Harvard-Westlake and we figured out that Maralee was buddies with Flora!