Dust
Girl’s night on the town and C. looks like a Hoover vacuum, coke on any flat surface are her dust and debris. I called “Mimi” to come and save me, talk to me, sip vodka with me instead of snorting dust with the rest. She was at home, watching movies w. her new beau. Smart girl.
Maybe I’ll stay in tonight.
November 12th, 2005 at 1:19 pm
maybe u shud get a beau who is skint too, and then u can stay home with ’sweet home alabama’ and drink red stripe, instead of the gansevoort and champagne
November 12th, 2005 at 5:13 pm
you have lots of run-ins with that stuff, don’t ya?
November 12th, 2005 at 7:24 pm
Hmmm, scary night gal. Find something fun to do, or maybe pamper yourself! Stay away from the bad stuff!
November 12th, 2005 at 10:19 pm
Come hang out with me…
November 14th, 2005 at 2:13 am
Dont let where you are- familiarize and harden you to the fact that most normal people “down here” dont run in circles where that “stuff” is laying out on the table at a cocktail party.
November 14th, 2005 at 10:27 am
There must be other women you can call for girls night out.