  very fragile Ok so I feel like my brain has been replaced by some kind of bubble bath foam.  Can't process anything.  I know I've said this before,  but this is official:  I have never EVER been so fucked in my life.  NOBODY in the WORLD has ever been as fucked as I was on Saturday night.
 And I have one person to thank:  Crackarini.  He has demanded me to give a full report,  but to be honest I really can't remember much at all.  I can only remember snapshots,  they're like little photographs in my head.
 Here's what I remember:  -  scotch love -  lots of substances -  the house of crackerini -  drag queens -
 finding the only gay guy who likes muse -  sitting on the floor in the toilets,  talking on mobile to andrew,  when I see my phone bill I am going to die -  blatant name dropping to get into the MARKET!  (
gay club for those who don't know)  -  looking for a guy to set up with the boys and managing to talk to the only strait guy in there -  smoking a joint at 8am -  really yummy salad the next day Here's what I've been told ( and can't remember any of)
 -  there wasn't a second when I didn't have a scotch love in my hand until around 7am -  I was talking to ugly guys -  the entire gay scene in Melbourne has my phone number -  I was found throwing up into the men's urinal at the market,  standing up,
 next to guys taking a slash ( didn't want to admit that but it has to be said)  -  couldn't find the stairs -  passed out in the cab -  Kim wanted to leave me in the gutter -
 spewed into a bucket when we got home There its been said,  now lets never speak of it again.  Fuckin great night though,  loved ever second of it!  thanks crackers!
