Honey, let me give you a run-down of my week:

I watched NYE fireworks at Darling Harbour beside a couple I didn't know, but they were so in love I felt magic and it didn't matter I was the third-wheel... it was magic, man.
A 14-year-old came on to me at a party (don't worry, I discreetly distanced myself when I found out I was being a pedobear, eep).
Eye-sexed by schmexx-on-a-stick Bambi because she was doing our crowd at Oxford Art Factory. Doesn't happen every day, folks.
Danced with two equally buzzed girls as Miles Kane played Come Closer, not to mention more moments~ with nameless "wank friends".
Was cat-called by some random dude across the street. Jeez, it's only 11PM. I love u 2 Melbourne.
I swear it wasn't the "Summer Breeze" (vodka cranberry) the Opera House served me!! The adorkable Zach Condon reduced me to a dazed fangirl when he smiled at me.
Without any plans for the day, I ended up in Newtown and was made to gorge Italian gourmet and four orders of Max Brenner chocolates (each order a concoction of different sorts of chocolates).

So, my generous anon, I'm pretty high on life at the moment. Come back some time later and send some of that sex & love my way then, yeah? God, all the anonymous people here on my formspring are lovely and great. :>