I haven't stopped laughing since Thursday night. Too many boa constricters, mice, and $2500 felines. The Getty (traffic), too-early breakfasts(Carrow's), and Nick Barlow's party (Everyone get wasted!). FIDM fashion show was surprisingly pleasant with dwarves, stilts, Alex, Michael, and Alden. Circus acts and almost naked acts. Sunset Grill, bread pudding, and cappucino's that made my legs numb and joints ache.
I've come to the realization, no matter how much I deny it, that I'm miserable at pool, poker, and I'm terribly inconsistent. I can hardly distinguish right from left, let alone decide how I feel about people. Being the only single girl at a party (besides the token obtrusive drunk) is shit and results in ill manners and ending up with the token obtrusive drunk girl. Thanks everyone!
Don't leave me in L.A.
That reminds me of my brain to heart union.