The Green Faire

Had a rather civil dinner with Ievan Darwin at Jalapeno Pepper (Iffah you're missin' out). I'm officially a little bit scared of going home at like 3am or something. Whiffs of frangipani in the lift, weird sounds from outside the window, the only thing that kept me from being petrified with fear is my mum, whose wrath I fear more than anything else in the world.

p.s. Rachel's a closet straight. (;

p.p.s. absinthe taste like Hacks candy. I expect something gross, perhaps like beer.