Coachella, part bitch.

Copied from my no-good blogger iPhone app, circa last night.

hell0 from iPhone, drunk at the classy hyatt, boyfriend needs a stogie cause he fell over, iphoe cracks and getting glass in my fingers cuz of it.

bitch poon one: WHAT THE FUCK, COACHELLA!!!! I spend an hour in the car trying to find you, I wait in the slowest traffic to park by the dusty horse stables and undercover go-kart-driving scalperhunters, only to have you lure me in with your comically lax security check to get my guard down so you could TAKE MY ID AWAY and kick my friend out!!!!! what kindbof festival hired undercover id specialists to work at their ID check kiosk?

strike one, coachella. we'll spar again tomorrow.