I was accosted by a german amazon, while Iggy Pop's daugher watched on, it was a horrific experience to say the least. I was also thrown into the limelight by my so called "friends" after I had given strict instructions to jcloth to BLOCK any such attempts, and to top it off I got made fun of while in there. Apperantly my hair looks like a paintbrush, a conehead and... I forget what else.

If not for a delightful, palette cleansing, conversation with Yana discussing the difference between the pain from tattoos versus piercings, the whole night would have been a scarring experience.

But I was reminded that pauls preparty was even worse thanks to one Crazy Bitch™ so I'll just stop whining about it now.