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i should be getting ready. getting ready to head out.

it's been one week since that fateful night. how time flies. it's friday.... and mustang time. to shake it loose and party with the cheeky monkeys. and with hustler didi.

but i'm at home, sitting on my bed in my pJs, banging away on the keyboard, frustrated and tired. i'm not going because mimi has exams/work to do - she is my party babe. i'm not going because i'm tired and ill. i'm not going because i need to sever that soul ties binding me to hustler didi. i'm not going because i feel fat. correction, i am fat.

i am just trying to convince myself why i'm not there.