me + mi main bitches + some fine booze + exclusive party = me coming back to life. yes, that's all i needed. that's the best kind of painkiller i can get. plus, i'm still laughing at what my best girlfriend said ; she looks like the fat-ugly-shorter than me (what a shame ha)-shchora-virsion of me. it's better when he's not around. less tears. more booze. foshizzle ma nizzle dizzle 
