so apart from the dress up party on friday, saturday i (yes, i alone, without tyron) shall be attending one of my friend's birthdays at a club in the city. all of my school friends who i spent years getting smashed with and whom i share my most embarrassing moments with will be there. i plan to get wasted. trashed. why? if every bone in my body tells me not to go, why? oh i know!
since i've stopped drinking and going to clubs, i feel kind of trapped. i miss trying to keep friends hooking up a secret & before you know it E-V-E-R-Y-O-N-E is talking about it. i miss giving out fake numbers!! i miss chatting on the phone in undies and socks being shocked at the horrific mischief you got up to the night before and cracking up about it till you split your sides. i miss looking through my camera wondering who half the people in the photos are.
so, morals. fuck you. :)
i'll be with friends who care about me - not getting alcohol poisiong but being poisoned enough to be myself again. oh and by the way i'm going as dinah because i dont think any one else would think of it and i wanna be unique :) i'll give you guys the details on my costume if you'd like them in my next post. :)