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.
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.