Hot Shit!
So, last night began sluggishly - I think my head was a little bit detached from my body - but throwin' down some
Sparks made the night turn from classically drunk to off the heez. I climbed a ginormous fence only to realize that it was a
tremendously bad idea, came back down (very slowly I might add), and injured a few toes in my beaten-up ballerinas. I played some ping pong, saw the sun rise in a park, shook my tailfeather, and basically brought the seediness factor up 212%.
With nights like these, how can I ever leave New York?
2005-06-25 | 4:55 p.m.
