Thou shall not drink.

The scary bit about getting really drunk is not knowing what happen the day after. The amount of b52 that i shot up my blood stream, the infinite jugs of long island tea and the occasional lemon drop in between, is all i could remember of the previous night out. Ohh ya, there's also the lingering thoughts that i might have been flirting with one of the waiter at the club. Gosh! That's so totally unladylike of me!

Then again, this happens to me almost every weekend. The tragedies i fathered, the disaster i co-written and the destruction i caused every time i go for a girls night out with the boys is shamefully humiliating but nevertheless predictable. All in the days work of a classic case of a hopeless drunk.

For the benefit of you and your friends, the next time you happen to see me in a club, just turn away and go home. Don't even bother to stay for the complimentary drink cause seriously, it's not worth it and i'll probably ruin your fantabulous night out. But if you're a tormented pervert who enjoys seeing little asian boys doing the chicken little dance on the bar stool, well, by all means grab a seat coz the show is about to begin.

maydaze or sleazeball?