I danced at the POPOFF party at Rebel again this Saturday. My friend Ee'ah gave me these stickers that said "Kryptonite," which I cut up and used as pasties. Because I dance in a cage at Rebel, far away from gropers, I don't wear a top. This means that I have to think of something cool to put over my nips every week. The week before, Sinead gave me some star pasties, which I then left for my mom along with a note that said: "your daughter made BANK this weekend!"
Tittsworth was DeeJaying this week, and the stobes and smoke machines were going nuts. I think I got a little high off the combination of them. I kept thinking about how Japanese kids got seizures from the flashing lights in a Pokemon cartoon, and I freaked out for a little because I thought I might get a seizure from the OD stobe. I went outside for a few minutes to get some fresh air and was right back to dancing. I felt like such a pussy though. How dumb would it be if I went into a coma from a rave light show?! Sheesh.
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