jet lag.

Last night i re-jet lagged myself by going out to la cita with kat.

I got to bed about 6ish, then i got a call about 4.45pm and i answered 'good morning' they were like ..are you joking? ...then i realised what time it was wierd.

Tonight i went to bondi with a friend had dinner, a drink and then randomly went to the cross and saw maya jupiter play which was actually awesome cause she was doing a salsa/south american themed performance.

Now im eating cookies and cream icecream dreading how im going to be tired tomoz for the festival.

I also do feel like a bit of a gigalo.