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.