I'm sick, again. fuck I'm glad. Last weekend was epic amounts of fun but I sure did pay for it this week. It's my fault, I pulled it upon myself for rape kissing Zap and catching his disease. Cocaine is a helluva drug. B and JR came round. JR is back, we played a round of drinking games and he got extremely wasted and rolled around on the floor pretty well until Jake drove from Burps to the city to bring B the wallet with her ID that she had forgotten. Went to have a drink with C and grab some lollies, pretty fucking great. We had a drink and a boogie and I went to mish to find B and Zap, instead got chased by a fucking group of dudes harassing the shit out of me, I ran until I found a police officer and they left me alone. Zap, me and B went to Snitch to find Hams and... I'm missing the rest of the night. 4 x too many party treats. As far as I recall it was a "I love you" to everyone, and the rest of the time spent conversing with Zap about how much we loved each other. helluva drug. high as shit. Got home, Hams choked on goon and retreated. Snuggled with Bec, b and Zap for a while until everyone came back from the sky but I was still stuck up there til at least 2 or 3 the NEXT day. Laid a picnic blanket on the footpath at the front of the house and watched the sun rise with Zap. Zap fed B's power = MASSIVE FAIL. Went to bed and had a cuddle with Hams and it was all simply delightful. I'm still on the down escalator its taking forever to get there.
Its been an odd occurrence this week of old random hook ups getting into contact with me. I considered some but threw them all out anyways. Boys scare the shit out of me.
Ergh. I'm pretty sick. Times like this remind me how afraid I am to be alone.
