tugging my red undies, riping of my shirt...

i'm sorry everyone...
i totally screwed up again...
i brought my camera...
without its SD memory card!!!
so one whole night of glorious cam whoring was not possible...
i hate myself as much already..
so just don;t rub it in...
you all are fucking beautiful!!!

those sickening ah lians...
just because you put on a slutty dress, with fairy wings, and a tiara...
doesn't magically transform you into a fairy princess or ...GASP... a freakin angel
it is not a costume...
i bet they actually where that shit out in public anyway...

this pudgy little man wore nothing but feathered undies and huge feather wings...
thats an angel...

so after queeing for like 45 minutes...
you get to the door only to have a prissing door bitch go...
"so what are you?"
like some of these people actually spent time/ money/ effort...
to pull of an outfit...
only to be told my the door bitch that they do not have a full costume so they had to pay the entrance fee...
muahahahaha....

moi...
on the other hand...
walked in as clark kent with my red undies no less...
becuase damnit...
i was doing my clark kent thang...

zouk is fucking crazy...
the people who go to zouk are fucking fabulous...

didn;t have a camera to capture crazy moments...
however was not totally fruitless in my attempts to cam whore..
tons of random people started dragging me in for pictures...
tugging my red undies, riping of my shirt...
god works in mysterious ways i tell you...

anyone whole knows anyone who knows anyone who went to zouk earlier the night...
most probally they'll have a picture of moi init..
snorts...
no worries...
will be trick or treating in school on ol' hallow's eve...