Its my party and I'll do who I want to. After all I've cheated death..

That's right I said it.

This just in: A guy I dated for one night (you get me?) is in prison for killing someone. He got a lifer 50+ years. OMG!

Every year when I lived in San Francisco my roommates and myself used to throw a huge party in my apartment. We used to turn that place upside down, and had hundreds show up over the course of the night. That's how I met him. It was a friend of a friend kinda thing.

The first time I talked to him I thought he was incredibly stupid. He kept trying to hit on me but I was into someone else.

The second time I met him (at our second party) I was drunk. Whoopsie!!!

Danger is my middle name.