ok the drunk rach confesses.

words of wisdom:
"cos' we're really all just a little desperate inside"
(re: drunk, single nonsense ppl)

i dont believe drunkards who say they cant rembr what happened the night before.
and i dont believe u're too drunk to control what you say to some ppl.
ok recap yday.

met meg for dinner at PS cafe and movie. "national treasure".
its ok. not bad if u can keep up. (i hate keeping up with these kinda story line. ha)
anywayyys
then i went Gotham.
AGAIN. for the 9032850823th time! (:(:(:

anyhooots.
heres the highlights.
i got wasted, celebrating over my unexpected results, of which credit has to go to Sam for making me so competitive and studying utterly long, almost disgusting hours. HAHAHHAHA. (:
anyyyyyyhow,
i got smashed.
made two mistakes yday.

1) i replied to a msg by the hottest guy alive (*coughdancercough*)
and basically gave myself to his player ethnics, to be tortured each time he lapdances and yetttttt smiles back at me. yes, i was little miss sad drunk yday.

2) i danced with one of the waiters called Ruben. he asked for the last dance. and i did! it was a michael buble "the way you look tonight" (aka closing song). he kissed my ear. and sang the song to me. and ended with his own "you do". (as in, look gd tonight) and he had to throw in he has two kids.

RIGHTTTTTTTTT.
so now rach has stooped to the level of being a sad, cheap drunk who drunkdials and dances with married men.
YES i am a skank. point taken and engraved in my memory.

and once again,
rach clinched the title of utter whore on st kilda.

I DONT LIKE MARRIED MAN, for one,
and i dont dig players.
i try to keep my itchy drunkdialing fingers in my pockets when im drunk
but they dont stay in!
i swear!

and im known to be a sad drunk who weeps each time someone lies or BREAKS A PROMISE *hintdevhint*.
i dont knw whats with me and my emo state.
aust has done this to me.
and im irreparably the worse person to be drunk ard.

ohyes, and to top that list,
my mouth cant close while im drunkdancing.
go figure.

so i conclude with Ian's words once more
on how we're all jst a lil desperate inside.
a single, desirable and dying-to-be-desired being with the need to be noticed when drunk.
thats me.
thats ian now. (:

and regarding the dancer i really wish i can stop thinkin abt,
(his wink to me flashes every 2 seconds in my mind and i realise- im nv gonna get over this)
the forbidden fruit always tastes sweeter.

i shld knw, really. i shld.

anthony the ex liked becky
mitch liked the younger ones. (EW!)
shahid liked becky too.
oh yes.
now D. likes my very own cousin.
the one i least expect to even bother noticing him.
but yes-
thats jst the binny luck i got.

sometimes,
i think i got none.