Wow, what a week. Far too much partying if I say so myself, four nights on the raz is just a few too many. It never fails to surprise me that parties in this little enclave of "alcohol is illegal" are as fluid and lubricated by real booze as they are. Unfortunately there is always the morning after the night before (and no bacon to soothe the way) and it is definitely a woman's perogative to have a stonking hangover and demand sympathy for it!
Word of warning to all you liberated females out there. In attempting to be modern liberated breakfast cooking girl I almost blew up my friend's brand new cooker. I did escape with life but singed all the hair off my arm, nasty smell I tell you but thank god it wasn't my eyebrows. The moral to the story is definitely woman was not meant to make fire!!!
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