6 33 pm pdt   [ I used you ]

I have a confession to make. I used you as an excuse. I stood in the shower at midnight and justified going out based on having a better story for my diary than having spent the evening sitting on the couch letting my laptop bake my thighs. I thought of you, and your perception of me, and that this is my last weekend of freedom before becoming a full time working girl.

I had a blast, and I am glad I elected to go out. I headed for The West End at 12 15 am, ever hopeful that they weren't closing at 1 but rather 2. I paid my $10 to get in, passing by the woman in front of me who was making a gallant yet failed effort to get in for free.

The place was packed. A woman celebrating her bachelorette party had a t-shirt with candies stuck to it. For a buck you could suck one off. It was a clever idea.

After peeking around, I made my way to the bar. I planted myself next to a man -- shirt with martini glasses on it, bleached blonde hair, and an earring. I gave up on getting a drink and asked Will to dance.

Wow, I just can't concentrate enough to finish this, and it was a good story too. I got free drinks and accompanied Will to a techno club in Venice. I stayed up too late, but enjoyed myself, and I will make an effort to relay the events more thoroughly at some point in the future...

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two years ago today: "There is no entertainment for me in watching drugs and porn destroy the lives of many."

one year ago today: "...I feel free and yet naked in how I [mis]use my time."

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