The time spent partying and the drinks containing caffeine exceeds the limits by far. I don't know how sleeping works anymore. I didn't know a day has so many hours. And how easily drunk you can become when you're off energy.

My new lifestyle was really refreshing and cool, but I think it's time to settle down with a nice guy who has a house and a pool. Let's raise some children and move to the suburbs. And please don't remind me of my crazy wild times, because I hate remembering I used to be a drunk stripper thankyouverymuch.

One thing's for sure: It feels like a hundred dollars to be far away, talking to strangers and thankfully, resisting the urge to get laid by a random so-so guy.

Edited: Oh, and here's one of the pictures we took at Club 4 last Saturday. We were all destroyed as you can see. I decided to put names to the people I hang out with most often so you can have faces to the names. The rest of the visuals are on my Flickr, so check them out if you really want to see my sexy hairdo, all messed up after the rain and sweat. Roar.