Today’s plan: be hungover. CHECK.

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i’m uploading infinity photos from wakestock right now just so’s you know. it may take awhile. WILL take awhile.

last nite was a nice little shit show. people were dancing on each other’s shoulders like it was wasaga fucking beach. insane dance party and the dj played 800000 songs. he was able to do this because he only played 20 seconds of each song. it got a bit annoying but then you’re like oh yeah my attention span right now is that of a fruitfly’s so no big deal. i wore malcolm x reading glasses and no one recognized me. awesome. in the lounge waiting for trish i said hi to one guy and he was like ??? i’m like dude i slept at your house! perfect. whole new girl. a euro old guy wedged himself close to me like some cliche hotel pickup gallery (which essentially it is) and i’m trying to eat my carpaccio and get my champagne on solo. he asks if i’m in business (i’m wearing toga dress, not my typical crushed sundays attire, ie. i look pretty) i’m all um, yeah, are you? aren’t we all? and give him a look. he says yes he’s in business. then silence. eventually he got the please fuck off point. just cos a woman is alone at a bar doesn’t mean she wants to be approached. or spoken to. only if you’re good looking. like i’m already in the very corner of the bar at the bar stop hovering all up on me i can’t breathe thinking about the claustrophobia.

and to clarify my meanness to guy at bar cruising me, if i wanted dinner company i’d have invited one of my 456589 boyfriends. if im there solo it means i want to eat alone. im paying to be alone. now, leave me alone unless i eyeball you over.

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i still have 50 in my wallet i think i went out with 130. 50 is better than zero.

sort of picked up a 22 year old hilfiger model. he asks how old i am. i hate this game. they always say 23/24 to be safe. 27 i answer. dunno if it helps or hurts me, wasn’t interested all that much and also had to ask if he was gay or straight so i think we’re even in the rude questions department? don’t care. just another sunday.

was going to bring camera out but didn’t feel like being responsible. kinda wish i did now so many good photo opps. happy birthday anton!

halp my brainz and now i get to loser walk to my bike that i totally could’ve ridden last nite but trish said no. probably wise. so loser walk to bike then grab in the market cos i’m all out of stock. this feels like old times. i feel equal parts could eat a house right now and could die in the gutter. fantastic in other news. curly haired fuck gets back tonite from panama. i think i might join another dating site. i passively joined eharmony but you have to pay to see photos so that was a massive waste of time. i am not going to pay for a boyfriend. i am not that hard up. clem said if he doesn’t get a new girlfriend soon he is going to die or need to get a new liver. me too.