Oi, such a week!!! Thank god it's February.
How did it go? Well, something like this:
Chat chat chat, sleep (NOT), work work work, the heights of ecstasy,
the depths of despair...ovulation, masturbation (but only as an online
baseball metaphor), Queen's greatest hits (It's a kinda magic, you're my
best friend, we are the champions, fat bottomed girls and another one bites
the dust...), working the club, ___ and sho-o-o-o-oters, girl! Let's have
lunch, don't go into the big room without me, how many drink recipes constitutes
running interference, and when did ___ become my new best friend? Oh, look,
it's time to purge some toxins, but first, a show--I'm bald, I'm drunk
and by god I'm naked! ___'s mom and ___'s dad, and happy birthday ___!
After that it became a blur, in that "shooooter, girl, when the bottle's
empty I'm taking it home, what did you say again? Oh I couldn't possibly,
uh-oh, into the kitchen puke puke puke, gotta go to ground (it's a prey
thing) get this beer box outta my way I'm nesting, "funniest thing ever",
falling down the back stairs, why the hell did they put me out here if
they're not ready to go? Gotta sleep, no really, I'm fine,gotta call ___
and get 'em up for brunch, no I mean it, I feel great, does a carrot stick
constitute brunch? we've been here two hours, now I'm hungry and wow does
___ look hot in the decontamination room" way.
And I'm getting two cds.