Tags: sequoia wants to do my cupcake

|| LC: I ♥ me

The theme of this post appears to be '♥'

One of my favourite things in the world is bussing on a hangover. Oh baby, there is nothing more exciting. (I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE.) But I have no progressed from my deadly morning times to now just feeling kinda groggy instead. But that's fine because Ali and I have Buffy season three to be watching and junk food to watch it with. TAKE THAT, WORLD. Nothing can make anything bad right now.

Party last night was really good and people were to bright and colourful. For those who are unaware I was wearing FLUORO ORANGE TROUSERS. That's a sight that you will never see again. People were fun and awesome - Dollhouse, I ♥ you and your parties.*

Tonight I sort out travel details for August and then I can email parentals about flights. I am going to rock Sydney and Nimbin ♥

*Me: Hey, they all live in the Dollhouse... but that don't really exist in an innocent childlike state.
Alison: *snort* That would be the very opposite of what they are.

TV, you lied to me again.
GS: Burn this whole world down

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace

LFoD drinkies tonight means I have to clean my room. As one can understand this is a horrible thing for me to face and I have to remove to poets so I can vacuum. (Rats? Strangely not fond of the very loud sucking machine. Who would have thought it?) Uuuuugh, task too daunting. Abort. Abort.

Slave auction and party last night was pretty damn awesome even if I was - shock horror - sober. (See, mum? Totally not a drunk ;P) Had heaps of fun actually and did my regular trick of stealing leather jackets from the nearest male. It remains one of my very favourite games.

I want to end this on something really witty, but alas I have nothing.

EDIT: Hats make me look like a twat.

Rock on, my bitches.

\m/>.<\m/
-

(no subject)

Drinkies the other night were awesome. Much of this opinion may be because of the fact that we got to write 'OWNED' on the face of someone who passed out. We told him he was lucky we didn't shave an eyebrow off. American Mike now swears vengeance against 'that ninja' but we all know he'll never manage it. No one out ninjas the ninja.

And now I'm tired because I stayed up all night reading Fight Club, which was written in a way that made me think I was more tired than I was. (I also couldn't see the characters as any one but who played them in the movie, even though I still haven't seen it in it's entirety.)

Tonight we're going to watch Spiceworld. This is not a joke however much you wish it was. Oh yes, Spiceworld. I can quote this movie. Oh, the mispent days of my youth! There may have to be drinking to go along with this.

(Tim! Now that Batman is all done, Indiana Jones?)