i need a crack habit

i have a headache and tired eyes and not nearly enough sleep. also abit sore from all the back bends and knee drops i did on the dance floor last night. the place went crazy. girlies dancin on the tables and pictures dropping off the walls... really. yeah i made some new friends last night...

i mean i just went to an art show. to see some art. and drink some beer. and blink my eyes at ALL THOSE HANDSOME YOUNG MEN. the ratio is totally OUT here. there are like, eight girls, in a room FULL of boys. art boys. I AM HOME.

no really. the girls just stood around talking to each other, blinking at all the boys.

but the art is shit. no. too harsh. not shit, just boring and who cares. really.*

so we went and drunk more and discussed how perfect rachael hooper would be if she just quit smoking. i don't smoke. i still feel like the most flawed person in the world. maybe i need a crack habit. then if i cleaned up, i'd be perfect too...

it's all relative. relatively whatever cause then we started dancin and i be-friended beard guy and handsome barman and pocket dancer and got asked on a date, no two... ooooo. but i kept it quiet. cause i'm good like that. will i go. i dunno.

there is this charming man...

BUT. i'm busy. yeah you believe it. that's why i'm here. rat post in race.

* I CARE.