In more than one way.
I am dead broke.
and my body is a broken empty shell of the once healthy vital spirit once dwelling inside.
I just got back from NYC with the angry spaniard and i think i am still high. This little kitten was finishing up the party on the table at 7 Am this morning then flew more hungover then i have ever been back to Toronto where we struggled thru a 2 hour drive back to Kingston. ackk
This past weekend solidified the fact that i am no longer an innocent, but by dear god i haven’t had as much fun in the past 3 days for as long as i remember! I can’t think straight, but the things i’m remembering are leaving me with the widest grins.
Jerry and Craig treated us like queens for the whole trip! i couldn’t believe it! There was a brief moment last night when i seriously considered dating guys. or at least rich successful guys living in Hells Kitchen above Studio 54 in swank penthouses with 70s playboy’esque themes.
We partied with Of Montreal on saturday night. And yet again managed to rangle the whole band into our favour. Good times, good timesss
I’ll fill you in later when i can see straight.
