went to fabric on thursday night. had a good time. stayed out all night. after that long evening, i stayed at home friday night. got up around 11 and went to meet arlie and mark britt for some satsuma. love that place. happy hour around the corner in soho. drank about 6 mojitos. needless to say, i was a bit trashed. stu was making me dinner, so i cabbed it over to his place. yummy prawns and tuna and mashed potatoes.

sunday was rainy and crappy. went over to notting hill carnival. danced like fools. drank coronas. had 2 bites off a hamburger. after they closed up shop, we all went over to a youth hostel where the boys were having a party. danced some more. drank some more. the cheapest beer in london is at that place before 1. some guy burned the hell out of my arm with a cigarette. ouch. bartender tended more than bar. kissing my arm and putting ice on my injury. i lent my shoes to some girls - so i was wondering around barefooted. gross as fuck.

monday now. bank holiday. tired girl again. can’t take this party lifestyle. ok, i guess i can, but i have to have something to complain about.