I'm running on fake energy, that's for sure. But I gotta stick to my words and celebrate this whole week. going out to Guanabara with Joanna and Monica, London's most fruitiest girls for sure, gonna be good fun. I just need to get there, then I'll be fine. The red wine is floating through my vains as a traffic jam.
D got to be the stylist tonight.
Tomorrow I'm gonna be 24 years old. The last year of my early twenties, and I have a feeling it's gonna be a great year.
Aaaanywaays. I have to escape the thought of going to bed and get on the train to some heavy ass shaking clubbing. Oh yes!
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