my body is a cage

I had a dream a few nights ago that my imaginary dream man promised me he'd break up with his girlfriend for me. Which probably tells you something about my subconcious self.. And that is, that I most probably have serious issues. Commitment, jealousy, fidelity issues to name a few. I don't think it's a particularly good idea to try and psycho-analyse myself, because as I have mentioned in previous posts, I'm way too fucked up to even think about doing that.

Formal and after-party were on, this weekend just gone. Probably the best night of my life, except for when I got a bit too emotional, which was a combination of alcohol, high emotions (which were already occurring), and way too obvious revelations (that I already knew about - mainly because they were in my head) that really fucked me off, due to them almost ruining the night. But I didn't let that happen, and continued with my night (even though I'd cried off all my eye makeup.. pathetic!), until about 7 oclock in the morning, slept for 2 hours on the floor of someone's car, and woke at 9, still really quite intoxicated.


Just before getting into the stretch Hummer we'd hired (god knows why..). It was truly amazing though, best ride down to the city I've ever had in my life.


Me and Rrrrrraaachel in it, being pretty happy due to the amazingness of the night


Me, on the left, H in the middle, C on the right. I really don't know why I wore such little clothing. Oh well.