Friday night and the mood is righ- tired.

Walking in eternal peril would suck.
i've walked all day. and although i loved it, i'm t-t-tired.

ugh.

But yay! So last night, I got "propositioned" by a 50+ year old man with a wedding ring on. Strange. It was in a bar with my parents sitting like a table away. Crrrreepy. What is up with people these days? Lechers everywhere! Last night i saw Nicole Kidman at her premiere of "the interpreter" and this man was standing behind me. I felt him cup my rear, and i was like... that's odd. so i gave him a glare. i thought it was because of the crowd. then he did it again, so i moved slightly, enough to get my rear away. then, as the crowd pushed in, he was back on my bum again, and "happy" as xmas for a kid. Then i felt it. the movement. It was an awful .5 seconds of realization.
so i hipped checked him right in the groin and he groaned "uff" and disappeared.
i feel so used. Why do these people come to me? All the weirdos and randoms seem to seek my out as their queen. I don't understand.

I suppose i should just except that fate and sigh with gratitude. at least i'm appreciated. (wah wah waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah)

okay, well i'm off to the thea-tre for Andrew, you know... Mr. Lloyd Webber's new play. Pum pum pum. With? A herring. No, i mean, my parents.

ciao.