At some point tonight my killer heels morphed into torture devices, and now my feet won't stop whining. (<-That's personification, Mr. Bestor.)
Tonight, despite all the stupid bullshit at first, was wunderbar. My beautiful friends looked... beautiful, and I'm now even further convinced that everything happens for a reason. I needed to get tangled up in trouble, and I needed to be yanked around and fucked over, and I needed to be hurt, and I needed to have a nervous breakdown in a parking lot. It needed to happen, because now I know. Not that I didn't know before, but now I know. (Eva was right... who'da thunk?) Shit happens. And then more shit happens after that. And more shit's going to keep happening, and it's never going to stop, and you know what? It's okay.
So now I'm tired, and I'm going to bed.
Tonight was good.
Bye.