I went out to a party and took loads of photos. The crowd was good tonight, usually I'm too shy to ask to take pictures of people so just drift around like a weirdo taking more arty-type shots, but I could barely move tonight without some slimey assface tapping my shoulder to take their pic. Makes my job easier. I'll try to upload them to facebook by tomorrow before I start getting my nuts busted by everyone who was there, wanting to see their stupid faces then demanding I take them down once they're up.
I had a good night anyway. Managed to stay till the end without wanting to die and running home, which is always a plus. But damn, why do people have to start such deep conversations with me after a party. I'm drunk and etc etc, don't ask me such awkward questions about my relationship with my ex as soon as I get home.