Friday night girls night took its toll all weekend. I had to go into work to make three arrangements and had took my walk of shame saturday morning after sleeping for a few hours at ghoulia and pammy's downtown highrise pad. Just waiting for the bus surrounded by tourists and a lady folk singer with her bloody guitar was making me uneasy. In bed by 10pm on a saturday. Pathetic. It was completly and utterly worth it. I love my girlfriends. Highlight of the night... meeting a lady at the rail who gave george stompalompalus a BJ while he was here last. Fucking toooo much. Today I will paint my room pink.
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pink?