This Weekend

Mum is feeling a bit better - thank you for your thoughts, they mean a lot to me xox

Sex. Drugs. Dance music. Oh my! OK get rid of the sex, unless you include kissing your gay boyfriend and his gay mate. Saturday night was a chance to dance dance dance and I did just that for five (straight?) hours. The drugs were pure energy with a dash of lovin' and god it felt good to shake my booty (especially when sexyback came on, I love that song). This may be the last or second last time I do chemicals so it's nice to have some good ol' times to smile back on.

Stars in our eyes

Bodyrock ya'll

(My mobile is starting to look like the directory for a lunatic asylum. I've gone through my phone book and annotated warnings to the numerous nutjobs that have come into my life, so it reads: Chris (Psycho), Rod (Avoid). So Saturday confirmed another pyscho, who was invited up since he was on the strip with the warning I would be bouncing off the walls, and when I kicked on to join S at another club the texts started coming. "I thought I meant more to you than this". "At least I tried". What? Do I have "fucktards apply within" tattooed on my forehead and just forgot?)

Last night I met Date #2 - we'll call him Airport Guy - for a drink before seeing United 93. I never wanted to see any September 11-themed movies up until I heard how good this was, and it's true. It's really, really good. Not ideal as the first movie to see together, but we had no choice but to snuggle up, so I could dig my nails into his arm. Afterwards we had tapas at Bondi, and then he spent the night, and this morning I feel like I've just gotten off a horse.