Jolly Good Night My Dear Old Self, Jolly Good

You know you had a good night when a friend is jumping your car at midnight after driving you back from a giant women oriented slumber party where you met a man in drag, ate penis chocolate, bought a perverted shirt, drank, danced like crazy, and txted a friend to force him to start singing Don't Stop Believing with you that spanned into face caterpillars and my inability to be a craycray latino for I have no ass. More tomorrow... err... later today, it's now 2am and I just got home maybe twenty minutes ago, so I'mma peace out now!