See, what I need is total nippular awareness. (It's early in the morning, I'm high on I Eat Cannibal bouncy goodness, yes, I'm making up words. But back to the nipples...) See, that way I'd always know where the buggers were, and I could tell if I was flashing something I really shouldn't be. This is what comes of not having enough cleavage to confidently hold up your dress.

Tonight: conversation in Coles overheard by random guy who now thinks I'm insane - yes, the legend spreads; first decent cup of coffee since New Years; garlic bread and pasta; hysterical giggling and elf eyes; Amadeus well and truly rocking me. Goth nights are like no girl's night out Gina Jeffreys ever imagined.

I could handle a guy who wore skin-tight mesh shirts. Oh boy, could I handle him.