The best thing that happened this past week:

Kg yells down the stairs: "Hey Bf, can you come up here and help me with something please?"

Baby comes thundering out of the kitchen towards the stairs: "I COMING RIGHT NOW KG!!!!!!!"

The worst thing that happened this week? I got drugged at a stag. Two very ends of the spectrum.

I am a little bit tired of thinking and talking about it - I spend yesterday obsessing about what happened, it was the only thing I could think about, and it was exhausting. Basically, I went to do a stag in Royal Oak. The guy asked if I wanted a drink, I asked for a juice with Sprite. I drank one while I was getting ready for my show, and another one during my show. They told me that they really liked me and offered me $100 to stay for another hour, which I accepted. I texted Bf to let him know, and that is the last thing I remember. I woke up in my car the next afternoon, lying in my own excrement, with absolutely no idea where I was or how I got there.

Waking up in your own fecal matter has a way of turning you suicidal in mere seconds. I started howling as I used Baby's baby wipes to clean myself, and was still sobbing hysterically when I threw out the costume bag that I had defecated on. I felt so scared and hopeless and out of control and violated. What the fuck had happened to me?

Once I got the poo dealt with and out of my car, I felt marginally better, though I was still pretty hysterical. I couldn't help but wonder what the fuck was happening to me lately. What have I been doing wrong to deserve this string of bad luck, this incessant victimization in the past few weeks? Is it because of how much I hate Baby Momma? Am I just as bad as she is, letting my hatred for another person poison me to the point where I bring nothing but pain and negativity from the world around me? It must be, because I really can't think of anything else that it could be. I'm not saying that I'm fucking perfect, but there honestly isn't anything else that I am doing in my everyday life that would bring about such negative karma. Personally, I actually think I've been pretty restrained when it comes to dealing with that psycho, but maybe I have been crueler than I thought.

Fuck! I just found out that my license to dance is expired! I gotta go...