livingoutloud

Went out last night with my circus freak friends. they are all hoopers or firedancers or beautiful contortionists.
And they are all nuts.
They like drink, and yell, and dance, and start fights they can't possibly finish. They expect me to help out with that part.

This morning I'm nurseing a fat lip and a narsty hangover. I don't really know where my credit card is and I've lost one of my favorite earrings.
But i feel good. I've been so damn uptight and overworked. It was great to go out and get rowdy again.