migod, i am still hungover. damn lori for giving me extra large shots.
i'm surprised i remember stuff.
the smell of blood attracts sharks. out in full force last night, they circled the dj booth waiting to claim my phone number as their next victim.
*dun dun....dunndunndunndunndunndunndunn...*
rock stars have to put up with THE worst shit, i swear.
i found my tongue going down someone's throat. and uhm, other things. heh.
the skin is yours, but the soul - its mine. it always will be.