In the last few days....

I dressed up like a sexed-up clown to go see "Rocky Horror Picture Show"...

A gay guy told me my hot pink fishnets were "ridiculously sexy"...

I was catcalled at by a group of young, attractive, black men...

I woke up with hives on my fingers...

I played "Vice City" with D for four straight hours...

I discovered that D purposely leads me on when he's drunk...

I decided not to drink as much around him...

I started missing E like crazy...

I had wine with A to try and be friends again...

I decided to have a party...

I visited a sex shop...

I discovered that Super Target sells liquor...

I went to a wedding, and cried...

I attended a dysfunctional graduation party...

I drank way too much with BQ and D...

I haven't watched hardly any TV...

I took a quiz on an online dating site that told me I was serially monogamous...

I ate waaaaaaayyyyy too much...

I didn't sleep enough...

I fit enough fun for a month into a long weekend....


Bottom line? I'm exhausted. I start school again tomorrow... How wretched is that? Kisses.