Why is it that your hair always looks it's most fabulous after you've been up dancing until 4am? You feel like your head is literally about to explode, but at least you look good.
There's something so fun and thrilling about crashing a workmate's (A's) house party and drinking all their vodka and smoking their pot out on the balcony so you get the munchies and send someone down to Hungry Jacks because you're completely desperate for a burger, and you end up forgetting about them and eating Doritos and passing out on the couch.
J got the number of a 40-something metal head who reckons he can get her a job at a radio station. J isn't holding her breath, but anything is better than the hell hole that is retail, where the only fun is centre-wide evacuations because someone's been smoking in the toilets.
A managed to almost get herself arrested for drinking in public, which she was not pleased about considering she was carrying half a beer and other people at the train station were clearly smoking pot or running up and down the platforms wasted. She managed to talk her way out of a fine and got an official warning. Guess the law classes are doing some good after all...Let's just say it wasn't her first warning.
M has been acting rather odd lately, possibly to do with her falling out with long distance boyfriend E. J invited her out to a party she was getting to around 8pm, which M claimed was far too early to be heading out drinking. She may have had a point with that. J ended up running late and called M at 9 to see if she wanted to come out. M didn't answer her phone, but called back around 10 to say that it was too late to head out now. Curious and curiouser. Or maybe she was just super eager to get to the gym the next morning at 8am. At least it was empty. All the cool kids were in bed hungover...
