Old

I no longer have the energy to dress up for the night, booty-dance all night, drink all sorts of toxins into my body, slump myself at the back of the taxi, wake up with panda eyes and struggle to stay awake at work the next morning.

I am getting old.

But I shall pick up my dancing shoes and party the night away next friday. For a friend’s birthday.

I am semi-retired from the partying life.

2006-01-25

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