A Prayer For Parties

I'm so tired. I had a big night at Tommy from Leigh's band's party on Wednesday night. There was this guy there who kept following me around all night.

He wouldn't stop touching me. My shoulders. My hips. His fucking slimy paws all over me.

I really wish I didn't wear that skirt.

He wouldn't take a hint and I got really sick of it so I told him - if you don't get out of my space I'm going to fucking glass you.

I mean there's rules to flirting and I wasn't having a bar of him. I might have laughed at one of his jokes earlier in the night but that doesn't mean I want to fuck him.

I hate guys like that.

I was only at the party because Leigh's drummer was going to be there.

And he didn't even show up.

He told Tommy he would.

I hate guys like that.

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Photo taken earlier this year in Mozambique by good friend and World Vison bloke, Adam Valvasori.