There is WiFi in bathroom, yeah. That confuses me. Why does anyone need WiFi in a bathroom?
Anyway, since it's my birthday, I'm going to write what I did today.
I'm in a club somewhere in SoHo, Manhatten. My hair is straightened and I am wearing a Vera Wang dress my Mom got for me at 75% off at ebay. She also got me a necklace match the dress. A friend bought me Blahniks as a joke (I hate Sex & the City), so I'm dancing in them. My dress is red-orange, and strapless and reaches my thighs. It's pretty tight so I have gotten lots of stares lately. I feel slutty, but it's my birthday so who gives a damn. Lot's of people are getting high, and dancing. No one of my friends, I think. The music is heavily housed and tranced and electronified HipHop, Pop, and Rock, which I like.


I hear puking sounds. I think those thin-pin girls near me had a little too much to drink. I am a minor, but I had a sip of some wine.

Gotta go, the DJ is annoucing that in a minute a song for a Lolita for her birthday will play. It's Love Game by Lady Gaga and remixed by Dave Aude. Bye!