Feel rough today. After 4 nights in a row out and about I am tired and need to sleep and stop drinking anything alcoholic!! But of course I can't.... well not for one more night at least. A close friend is coming over tonight and we are going to go out for drinks and they are staying over!! I am excited and think this is the perfect way to finish of my 5 nighter!!
Got scratched last night. Some silly woman thought I was trying to take her man away! I was dancing with a massive group of us that I was out with and her fella started to feel my ass. Of course this annoyed the doorman that always looks out for me, but he couldn't do anything until this woman scratched me. He threw her out. I was still scratched. Its not a matter of one's opinion or coming close to being big headed, but the attention I get seems to be because I am pretty. Not wanting to blow my own trumpet, but what else can it be? I enjoy going out, killing a few more brain cells with another cosmopolitan... nothing more! I am not interested in anyone or dancing with someone for the night, or even for one song. I like dressing up, eating out and going for a few drinks and giggles. Its a good job I have those bigger and stronger around me to help protect the innocent. Otherwise I fear I might be one of those missing faces dotted around Tesco's everywhere.
So my pretty little scratch, a battle wound for something unprovoked. A symbol that ugly is safer and pretty is dangerous. Like beauty, it will fade eventually. What is left is a memory, a reminder to be careful in the big wide world. It seems that I am consumed in a phase that is not me. But never judge a book by its cover. Casting her motherly eye over me, she says she is worried about me and wonders where I am at as she fears she does not know her daughter anymore. I reply with a soft answer and a cheeky smile she passed down that I am okay, I am smart. I know my limits. I stay away from the dives and scabby excuses for clubs. I don't get in strange cars and never mix the liquids. I have lots of friends and having an active social life is important to me. We discuss these things over pink fondant fancies and poor excuses for coffee. I know where I am going, how to get there and what I want along the way. She sighs and agrees that I have always been driven, focused and stubborn. I learnt it from her. We leave with smiles as she realizes I am not the wayward child she thought I was and that in fact, my head is screwed on.
