Lovely Rita, Meter Maid!
I just got home, people.
I just got home. From yesterday. It's 8.15pm. My body hurts. My face and hair are dirty. I was stepped on by a stiletto-clad bitch, leaving a horrendous wound on the top of my foot. I am wearing the clothes that apparently could be mistaken for an ashtray.
I am invincible! Let's go out and do it all over again. I'll write it off as networking...
2005-05-07 | 8:17 p.m.
