Don't Mess with Me, I'm Scrappy

yet another huge thursday...another 4 am morning and yet another desperate friday. but last night was special because i got into a fight with chick. we were at dusk til dawn - some dodgy bar in even more dodgy wan chai (where all the hookers are) - and i am many many cocktails in. we were standing in a circle chatting and this chick rudely pushes through flailing her arms and all that jazz. so what do i do? i shove her in the back. i mean, come on, no need to be a complete b*tch. and then she turns around and kicks me in the shins! hahahhahaaha! it was classic. she then went up to the bouncer and tried to get me tossed but it did not work. he didn't say anything to me at all and i kept on dancing. however, had she actually stuck around and not scurried off, she would have been toast. i am klassy...don't mess with me.

and today marks the first morning i got...um...sick in the ladies loo. again, klassy...