As we know, Sajdah and Chanel share a birthday. Saj’s friend Natasha hooked up a party house for a joint bash. The two haven’t fucked yet, so they worked out all their pent up sexual frustration with living room lap dances.Truly living up to every lesbian cliché, Saj presented Chanel with a journal where she tearfully placed pen to page to express her intense emotions in a passage heavily peppered with the word “LOVE.” After two weeks!A crew of Natasha’s friends rolled through and shifted the energy. Saj wanted to split, but Natasha insisted she clean up before leaving. Since the party was still popping off, Saj weighed the futility of the clean-up effort and tried to duck out the back with Chanel. Natasha got increasingly aggressive to the point of pushing and shoving Saj. Coke rage? WTF? Overreact much?Fleeing an attack, Saj snapped at Chanel for obliviously dicking around with friends outside while the drama went down inside. With the taunts of the second-shift partygoers at their backs, Saj hustled Chanel into the car. In her haste (and inebriation?), Saj hit a parked car while several witnesses stood around in the driveway.Frustrated and embarrassed, Saj dutifully exchanged information with the remarkably calm victim of her negligence. No wiser for the experience, she then sped out of the driveway nearly clipping another car on the way out.On the way home, the couple engaged in their first fight. They haven’t even fucked yet and they’re already fighting? Tears before orgasms does not bode well.We mustn’t gloss over Claire’s self-entitled trip to Power Up. Claire’s decided she wants to create a lesbian publication, starting with a website, focused on fashion, health, and an “upgrade your style kinda thing.” (She’s a true master of both fashion and health; see ill-fitting all-black outfit and Parliament Lights.)When pressed by Stacy on her background, Claire admitted she had zero publishing background, no web expertise, and couldn’t write. She received an icy reception from both women when she revealed that she had registered the MILFish domain name “dirty boudoir.”The Power Up duo recognized Claire’s total lack of resources, experience, and talent, and gently explained that her website idea wasn’t exactly novel. To soften the blow, they offered her an internship which Claire outright rejected because she doesn’t want to be anyone’s “secretary.”Randomly, Rachel agreed to cut Bianca’s hair at the Sunset Marquis. When Whitney returned from a smoke, she noticed Rachel was completely benzoed. Floating on a Klonopin and cocktail cloud, Rachel didn’t even flinch when she cut herself and blood trickled down her hand.Whitney pulled Rachel aside and smacked her a few times. Instead of sobering up, Rachel talked in a baby-voice and begged for more slaps. Rachel was so faded she nodded out mid-conversation; her head flopping down like a bowling ball in a pillowcase. Let this be a lesson – don’t phuck with pharmies.Whitney left Rachel sobbing, messy, and pill-popping to meet Sara. On the way, Whitney saw Erica, Sara’s jump-off, a block from the salon where Sara works. The coincidental geographical proximity was just too suspicious for Whitney.Once Sara hopped in the car, Whitney confronted her about the Erica sighting. Sara unsuccessfully tried to play it off. However, it finally crystallized to Whit that Sara lies her fucking ass off, and probably is trying to catch shine off her TV show. Whitney dropped opportunistic Sara right off her nutsack and on to the curb. Hopefully, this time the split is permanent.
Kacy and Cori organized a knock-em-back-before-we-knock-her-up-themed rager with some friends. The enthusiastic drinkers downed round after round of questionably-colored shots. Predictably, the evening ended with the sound of puke hitting bowl, and an utterance repeated in many a ladies’ room at 2:00 am, “Oh my God, that Jäger was the worst idea ever.”