spent the day at the outdoor pool at a friend's swanky apartment building. Really fun day hanging out drinking beer and homemade cider (which surprise surprise, was absolutely lethal), and now I'm sitting at home with an ice pack sitting on my very very sunburnt chest.

Well, I drank too much last night, and didn't really get a head. But it's no denying I kind of feel like shit. Got one REM cycle of sleep for the day, but fuck it, that's enough.

Last night my mate had some sort of midlife crisis (though shes only 19 :/) and decided her lifes not going anywhere and went out to K road (notorious hooker street), got her nipple pierced, drank f*ckloads and got completely hammered, dyed her hair purple and bought $120 worth of Cadbury chocolate.

This morning I got a call from her - crying, whining, just generally freaking out - and at 6.30am I had to drive to hers, stop at a 24-hour dairy to buy natural-coloured hair dye for her, dye her hair, look after her while she puked everywhere, clean her up, and try not to get her bloody nipple ring infected.

Moral: I'm a good friend. My only compensation was that I got to share the chocolate.

Apart from your day being epic, that is an extraordinary amount of money.

Its an extraordinary amount of chocolate too. Have no idea what we're going to do with it all... Its basically a lifetime supply.

How many bars of chocolate? Roughly?

Why did your friend go batshit crazy because of a 'mid life crisis'?

Wouldn't alcohol and $120 worth of chocolate suffice as she reflects on her sh*t life? Without all the crazy nipple piercing stuff?

327 and one thing of Tic Tac's.

She said it was something about having an office job and how her life was just a 'downwards spiral' (yes, she actually said that) and how everyone she knew was going places, and that soon I'd be leaving her too and she'd be alone at a job she hates with all her friends living their lives and she'd be stuck here all sad and lonely.

Obviously it didnt, otherwise her sink wouldnt be bright purple :/

^You're a good friend. And she probably NEEDED help to finish all that chocolate.

327? You counted them? :laughing:

Why do you need 327 bars of chocolate? Wouldn't 100 do you for the whole weekend?

Getting absolutely car parked on Jack Daniels would've done the trick. Nothing worse than being sad and lonely with a nipple piercing and purple hair.

Great story, even though your friend is miserable. :(

Your friend sounds kookoo bananas. Whats she like when she's not freaking out, if you don't mind me asking?



Beautiful, intellegent blonde girl thinks I'm cool, funny and interesting. Gave her my number. We're texting now, hanging out Tuesday. Too bad she's straight though..... :(