smoking chocolate

I am the biggest fuck-up in London.

We went to Vendome yesterday (amazing club, fabolous music and not too crowded like Amika was last weekend)

All was good, we come in and as usual get our drinks and just dance and have a great time.
Then around 3 am I feel tired so I sit next to my friend and according to her I told her I wanna sleep and then collapsed. Suddenly out of nowhere I'm lying on the (very clean and shiny) floor. The security takes me outside, of course a big group gathers around me. Some french guy (always the goddamn french I'm always surrounded by them) is a nurse and tries to check on me and then they call the ambulance and off I go, to spend my friday night/morning on a cold, uncomfortable bed all alone in my misery. GOOD JOB GIRLIE!

I came to my senses around 8 in the morning, tried calling my friends but no one answered so I just got dressed and took the tube home. Felt shaky in the tube so I sat on some stairs for a while and a man came up and asked if I was alright. Thank you stranger, for your therepeutic smile.

My arm (from my elbow to my armpit) is covered in awful bruises. The french nurse appearantly kept pinching me to make me talk. Sadistic french. But still Thank you for taking care of me when I couldn't.

My friends found some what they thought was sh*t yesterday and tried to smoke it. Appearantly it was just some old chocolate. So they smoked chocolate. Seems yesterday was a complete fuck-up day for us all.