Last night I went to Shattered with Craig—and had more fun than you can shake a stick at.
Whitney, Jordan, Eric, and Miranda, and Jeff came. I was totally trashed by the time we got there, so the fact that it wasn’t totally packed bothered me not. I don’t think I have gotten my crazy-dance on like that before—I remember dancing in the cage (while humping Miranda), grabbing Whitney, and being grinded against by Craig/Jeff. Hawt? I also remember telling just about everyone, “Yeah, I used to be straight 4 weeks ago.” With arched eyebrows, ill-hidden skepticism, and conciliatory smiles, they were like, “Really?”
This morning I woke up hung-over, smelling like smoke and gay-boy cologne, and hauled ass back to my house. Where I will be studying until I drop. Eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we die.