it’s saturday night, 1 am. And i’m home, editing photos to post on chictopia. There IS something wrong with me.
The worst part of it is that i’m actually enjoying the time off, and i wouldn’t go to a crowded, noisy club if they paid me. I’m only 26, for god’s sake. When exactly did i get OLD?
Good news: i found a very cheap ticket to new york in late may-early june. I hope some chictopians will be there to show me around :)