I think I'm getting a little addicted to doing ladies' nights. Can you blame me tho? Free entry, free booze, free absolutely everything except for food (we're drinking. food for what?!) and the cab ride home. In my case, I'm normally too broke/cheap to grab a taxi, so I'll get the last train home. Or, hitch a ride from some kind soul.

Two wednesdays back, I got shit-smashed and ended up piggy-backing on some guy I just met. And I puked on my friend's heels, which she had to dispose of. How embarrassing. Maybe I'll stick to vodka.

Need to get black pants for work! Monday monday monday!

Ragani, are you reading this? If you are, call me you skinny-arsed punk!