nite of eternal disgrace

like...i cannot stress how ashamed i am. i'm..like..eternally disgraced. I mean...how could this have been? maybeee i would deny it if it weren't for the influx of pictures that naomi has been sending me non stop since the aforementioned 'nite of eternal disgrace'.

like.. right after church...i decided: $8 martinis are the all access road to perdition. and naomi is the tour guide. now i know why people come to new york city and 3 years later you hear the whispers: "something happened to her..we just don't know what..its sad really..."

i deserve tar and feathers...
and 100 lashes too.
god. i'm so ashamed.
i shall hide.