A potent mix.

The combination of red wine, sex, cigarettes and me thinking I could dance to the end credits of a movie has resulted in me spending six hours in the emergency ward and eight stitches in my right leg and one in my left.

My apartment right now looks like it has been used as a maxi-pad, I should do something about that.

Oh yeah and "one night stand boy" has been upgraded to dating status, and will now be referred to as 'Rocky' I seem to bring out the bad 'Rocky Balboa' impersonation out in him.

But he is really cute.